I mostly go to creepy pasta wiki for stuff like that if I want to creep myself out. :P

http://creepypasta.wikia.com/wiki/A....._Goatman_Story

After my childhood dog died, I could still hear her walk up and down the hallways late at night. She had a very recognizable gait in her old age and none of my other dogs walked the same way. We could still hear her in the hall up until we moved out of that house. I kinda wonder if the new owner hears her at all.

When Sully died, I would see a cat around my feet sometimes when I would get up at night. Just a glimpse. You know. The only other cat to "visit" me was Zsa Zsa, on the day she died. I was living in an apartment that did not allow pets, so I couldn't take her with mer. She lived with my mother at that time and was quite aged. She passed in the afternoon on a day when I was off work and taking a nap. I heard purring --which I recognized as hers-- and it woke me. Still disoriented, I felt the pillow depress as a cat stepped on it and assumed I was asleep in my bed at mom's house. Only when I opened my eyes did I realize that I was in my apartment some ten miles away. I might have thought it was a dream except for the depression in the pillow, which was still there and slowly relaxed as I watched.

Oh wow. I could still feel my Angel jump on my bed at night for years afterwards. Damn, I really miss that dog.

Know all about it. BIG Thurber fan

http://www.yourghoststories.com/fam.....y-haunting.php

Okay I guess I'll start.

Mine goes back about 20 years when I visited an old walled city called York. It's a beautiful place and I wanted a full day to explore it fully, but let me get on with the story. Well the place I had booked a room over the phone dated back to the 17th century.

I got there, unpacked, had a real nice day and then settled back for the night. My first mistake was probably reading a ghost story I guess, but what happened after that when I tried to get to sleep was incredibly unsettling.. I woke up I guess sometime around 3am from a weird dream featuring a ghostly white figure of a woman. I was really spooked, like it felt as if someone was watching me so bad I didn't even dare look up or even open my eyes. Finally I did risk it after laying for an hour petrified under the blankets and just watched tv solid with the light on for the remainder of the night.

So next day arrived and I went for the meal and a drink afterwards at the bar, where I told them what had happened, to hear that the room I was in was one of the two that were haunted. Okay afterwards I actually saw one of the ghost programs investigating it and decided I'm never going to rent a room there again!

Probably not what you meant but I thought a personal ghost story may just fit in. ;)

I like hearing the personal ones!

Actually, this is exactly what I meant.

I lived in a house that was built in 1841 and renovated in 1935. To match the hand-sawn floorboards in the rest of the house, the contractor bought the floorboards out of a demolished church that was --at that time-- 200 years old and used them in the living room. That room was the site of multiple cold spots, tappings and bangings. We never *saw* anything and dad took regular naps there with no problem, but it was eerie all the same.

I don't know this for sure but the previous house we lived in, my mom also said was haunted. It was an early 20th century house where a child had died in one of the bedrooms. Apart from a few weird noises at night that could have been put down to the house settling, and a few times when I felt I wanted to get out of any particular area as quick as possible, nothing really happened and there were no sightings.

I guess in that respect it does also sound similar to your old house, too.

Now I have also visited one of the most haunted houses in britain, too, and that place really did give me the creeps. Now there was one place I'd not have liked to sleep. :D

Here's that house I mentioned. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chingle_Hall

And I found a reference to that pub, also. Haha omg it's that ghost investigation program I told you of. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D4a6i9yQ0YE

Some of my personal ghost stories: http://www.furaffinity.net/journal/2739174/

And at least one of my late cats visits me at times. I believe it to be my fat little tuxedo called Greebo, since he had a very distinct feel when he jumped onto the bed.

We have kitties. Well, a few of them were mine, and died of old age. Well... I swear sometimes when I'm alone inside my room I see this figure of a grey cat run under my bed, but when I looked, nothing was there. I think it's Sasha's spirit still around, she was given to us, but I think she loved us enough to still come around sometimes.

There was another time I was alone at night in my room, watching tv, well I got out of bed to change the movie. I had the remote laying on my bed yet, wasn't even touching it. Well... out of no where my tv shut off on it's own. Kinda creeped me out.

According to the legend, Mount Nehalem on the coastal range of Oregon is haunted by the Ghost of a Slave that was slain for that specific purpose. A group of white men, whether from the Hudson bay company or part of Astor's group, I have forgotten.
a link containing the story is here. http://crosscut.com/2010/05/06/moss.....-Oregon-beach/

Is this what you're after? I would think Delaware to much more haunted than Oregon...

Actually, the length of human habitation in the US shouldn't be confined to the colonization by Europe. If you go back far enough, you run into the theory that the continents of North and South America were first colonized by people crossing a land-bridge over what is now the Behring Sea. So *Oregon* has been inhabited longer that Delaware.

oh, yes. the Ghosts of Indians, Still haunting... Still mourning Celio falls. (lost to the construction of Bonneville Dam. )
there's lots of good hauntings in Oregon. We have so many we have to put fences around our graveyards, because people are just Dying to get in!

My best friend when I was ~3-5 was the ghost of a guy that hung himself in our barn before my parents moved in. I had his name right and everything.

Did he say why he hung himself? He has to have been a fairly nice dude if such a small child was so fond of him.

I can't remember much from way back when. All I really remember was that he was a pretty neat guy and my parents couldn't figure out who I was talking to/about all the time.
I'll ask mom and see if she remembers anything about him... I think it had something to do with his wife, not sure.

I have a personal one surprisingly. When I was working at mcdonalds my second week working there the head manager suffered a heart attack at the top of the stairs of his home and fell down breaking his neck killing him the morning he was coming in to work to start the day. Upon hearing this we were grieved and really couldn't work so some of us took the day off to mourn. I couldn't make the funeral since one I didn't know him well enough and two had to fill in for those who were going.

After the loss we usually had a weird feeling whenever working the line since he always worked the line like someone was watching us and even placing things for us to grab for the order to make said sandwich. We also kept losing maintenance workers due to them freaking out about working overnight cleanings.

A year later after becoming a maintenance worker for the place, I had to do an overnight cleanup. Manager locked me in, freezer door shut tight, before close got a bag with 5 cheese burgers for break, etc. So the first thing I decided to start on was the floors behind the counter in which I was listening to music on my phone. About 30 minutes later my phone turns off. I look at it and see it has a dead battery knowing the thing was fully charged and can play music even online for 3 hours. I shrug and plug it into the charger and after a couple of minutes turn it back on to just play music from the charger. As soon as I turn my back I hear a clack of something plastic hit the ground behind me and saw my phone on the floor and unplugged. "I usually accidentally knock my phone over every now and then and maybe my shirt caught it", I assured myself. So I plug my phone back in and dont turn on the music I just resume working.

About an hour later I move onto the line to clean the floors there. Half way done I hear something crash from the containers rack. I go to check it out to see a lot of the meat trays have fallen onto the floor. Cussing to myself about the laziness of the workers we have, I get the pots sink filled and put the racks in it and as I turned to get back to work, I see water rushing from the line floor with another crash. I run and turn to see the mop bucked completely knocked over. Turning pale but still determined to get the job done, I put the bucket to the side and continue working on the rest of the line floor and using the spilled water to clean the rest of the surrounding floor.

After finishing the floor and washing and placing the meat containers back on the rack, I take my lunch break. I then start hearing random sounds in the kitchen area from the break room where I was sitting. I continue to eat thinking it is just in my head. Then hear a few doors open especially to the office. I freak out and grab my taser from my bag and carefully walk towards the kitchen just in case someone was trying to rob the store. I turn towards the office and see the door closed, check through the window and see the room empty inside. I check around, nobody but me was in there. I thought I was going alittle crazy. Then see the milk fridge door ajar. I walk up to the front and check the door, close it and open it and see the magnetic stuffs still working and I close it and go back into the break room to finish my lunch. Upon finishing, I resume cleaning the rest of the kitchen and around 3:30am the manager came in, congratulated me on a good job and I tell her all that happened and after that every time we have an overnight cleaning, we have a few people working instead of one. Not because of a little ghost story but because of people trying to rob the place to keep our sanity.

My old apartment I shared with  karno had a ghost cat. Am I am deathly allergic to cats, and seeing a cat in the apartment got me upset. Both Karno and I saw it walk into his room and we both immediately went in to get the damn cat out. But there was no cat.

We'd see the cat often in the short hallway, always going to Karno's room. sometimes on furniture washing itself. After awhile others visiting would see the cat, after awhile we just ignored it.

I have no personal ghost stories, but before it was demolished (Which some say was a asign that San Diego Comic Con lost its own soul) it was said there were many ghosts in the old Hotel San Diego. Built in 1917, it had high ceilings and peculiar rooms. Jim Gropat would rent out Room 242, and we would party, but late at night groups of them would go looking for ghosts. most of the ghosts were former renters that died in the rooms or falling down the elevator shafts, bout one was supposedly the old care taker, I never had any events personally in that, but the place was always too warm, and the coolers never worked right.

My friend Jay, is a big time re-eactor. if it was a war from the civil war to the present day, he has full kit for it. when they were filming 'Gettysburg' for Ted Turner (based on "The Killer Angles" by Shara), they had a HUGE turnout of re-enactors, as unpaid volunteers, so they were getting those epic huge civil war battlefield vistas looking rather authentic, except for the fact that the modern re-enactors were usually much better fed than their historical counterparts. well on several nights during the filming the re-enactors would set up camp in the historical areas the opposing armies camped at, far away from the cars, parking lots and civilizations, usually a mile or two march, so the camps looked quite period correct and were devoid of modern conveniences like Coleman stoves, coolers and radio. The re-enactors were all pretty hardcore about having as an authentic civil war experience as they could. well what did soldiers do then? after taps they would sit around the camp fires, or go from campfire to camp fire, exchanging greetings and stories of the day, and philosophizing. So it was not unusual to have a few unfamiliar faces stop by, to listen to the tales of the day, bragging, and philosophising around the camp fire.

Well Jay said often times, these stick thin men, in perfect, but raggedy kit would stand around the edges of the group, reportedly some of them smelling like Homeless people, would listen to the stories, scratch, and nod on occasion, but occasionally when you glanced away and looked back they had vanished. People didn't feel "threatened, except on a couple of occasions a few "reb" wanted o visit their fellow re-enactors in the union camps and would be silently Challenged by pickets in the woods between the camps. seeing someone in the dark fix bayonets and point them at you, was enough to deter them from continuing to the union camp, but a couple of times, the pickets vanished when the re-enactors looked back. But apparently the Rebs also had visitors at the edges of their camp fires as well,and reported similar incidents. This went on for most of the shooting. Apparently Gettysburg battlefield is one of the most haunted places in the U.S. and people often report meeting "solid ghosts", i.e. they looked like normal people in Civil war uniform and would perform military evolutions, or walking in small groups around the edges of the fields. Apparently a Delegation from some Foreign country,watched a platoon being drilled by a sergeant out in a field, and thanked the park service for the demonstration, but the park service had non arraigned any such demonstration, and found not a trace of them when they looked.

Jay is a much better story teller than I, though, and how he told it gave me chills. On the other hand, the impression he got was that the visitors, enjoyed the company of the living at that time.

Room 469, suicide victim, witnessed him personally.

Room 263, Mr Miranda's room, he started off as a bellhop in 1917 and ended up owning the hotel, he lived in 263 til his death sometime in the late 70s. I would encounter him numerous times.

Central elevator shaft #2, a wino fell down the shaft and lingered there 2 days before dying sometime in the early 70s, Sometimes people could hear him swearing, heard him myself several times.

Fifth Floor, ghost of a black maid who died there in the 30s. saw her once along with Newell, Corbett , Morales and hotel security.

Third floor had somebody die there in the 40s and would knock on peoples doors, I heard this one once

Hotel Lobby, some sailor decided he was Peter Pan and jumped from the roof on the 8uth floor and splattered himself directly in front of the doors sometime in 68/69. I talked to numerous hotel staffers who told me about seeing him wandering the lobby. I never saw or heard him.

Plus there was the 'Creep zone' on the second floor near some stairs. 9 out of 10 people I took on tour would stop there and look in the exact same spot. Even the old timers of the hotel staff were clueless about that one spot.

Central elevator shaft #2, a wino fell down the shaft and lingered there 2 days before dying sometime in the early 70s, Sometimes people could hear him swearing

The heck? How crummy was this hotel? I mean if some poor guy was left laying there for two whole days...

These older elevator systems were alot deeper than the ones you are used to, plus the location of #2 was mainly used by hotel staff, thus rarely used.

While I don't have storys to share other than "The woods behind my parent's home are haunted and creepy as all get out to go up into at night" (Granted its what I hear and yes those woods are creepy) I'll just leave this here~ http://www.reddit.com/r/truecreepy

Oh...almost forgot.

Hotel San Diego. 1985. I was sharing room 469 with three other artists. About 3 AM I for some odd reason woke up, the room was dimly lit from the outside thanks to a neon sign. I though I watched one of the other roomies get up out of the bed and walk towards the bathroom, The person paused at the foot of the bed and I happen to glance down and noticed That the person was missing from the knees down!!.

I shot straight up, shaking the bedmate, pointing to this shadow. The person in question grumped, cursed and wondered what I am pointing at. I watched the shadow then walk into the bathroom. I glance at the other two in bed, still sleeping soundly, and raced into the bathroom and turned on the lights....nothing. Nobody.

By now I awoke the entire room, I quickly throw some clothes on and head down stairs to the front desk. The night manager asks whats going on and I say "What the hell is in 469?"

The manager asks if there was a problem,m I told them I was in that room, the manager then asks "What did you see?"

I told him what happened, he then says "Oh, you just witnessed the ghost of the suicide victim, he cut his wrists in th tub sometime in the late 50s."

I went back upstairs, angry roomies, and they didn't care. But I would find out that the HSD had 6 ghosts in the hotel and I would eventually encounter 5 of them over the years.

Witnesses included  melwhite,  ironbadger on one occasion in Mr Miranda's room in 263 when we cornered him along with 3 other people.

Not exactly a ghost story, but an amusing story about *being* a ghost (or one of them)....
Back in the 1980's I was part of a historical reenactment group up in Quebec, Canada. We re-created a British military unit from the period of the Revolutionary War, and were often invited to celebrations of events to act as "living history".

There is a fort (now a museum) on an island in the Richelieu River, called "Ile Aux Noix" that dates back to the Revolution, that we frequently did day-events at. But one weekend they were doing a 2-day event to celebrate opening up some new portions of the fort that had been restored. This included allowing us to "move in" to the barracks for the weekend, so that for the visitors, the buildings weren't just empty old structures, but actually full of period uniformed and dressed men and women going about their daily lives.

The thing about re-enacting is that it's best if you "get into it", and do things the way they were done at the time, as much as possible, to make the effect, for the viewers, be as realistic as possible. So we (with permission) lit cooking fires, and cooked our meals, and otherwise amused ourselves in the fashion of off-duty soldiers and civilians of the period.. We practiced our drill for the next day. And since we had the run of the place, we wandered around the island and fort, exploring.

It never even occurred to us that local inhabitants and visitors, who might be unaware that there were reenactors on the island, might be rather unnerved by the sight of uniformed figures patrolling the parapets by lantern-light in the river-mist, or the muffled sounds of marching boots and barked orders wafting across the river at twilight, when everyone knew perfectly well that the fort was closed for the day and there was nobody on the island.

It never even occurred to us that local inhabitants and visitors, who might be unaware that there were reenactors on the island, might be rather unnerved by the sight of uniformed figures patrolling the parapets by lantern-light in the river-mist, or the muffled sounds of marching boots and barked orders wafting across the river at twilight, when everyone knew perfectly well that the fort was closed for the day and there was nobody on the island.

You should have worn skull masks painted with phosphorescent paint when you did that. Like what the OSS is supposed to have done on Okinawa with foxes right before the troops invaded in WW2.

Several of us pulled a similar stunt in Aurora Illinois years ago. I was at a WW2 Re-enactment and we were doing a night tactical battle. After 2 hours myself and another GI teamed up in a new moon night with 3 other GIs and we talked in the dark for several minutes. We could hear a boy scout camp in the distance.

Then one of the other guys lit a cigarette...turned out we teamed with 3 Germans.

We shrugged and decided to head back to the re-enactors camp. And we saw the Boy scouts camp...better yet fog was rolling in.

We sprouted horns and decided to have a spot of fun at the scouts expense.

The GIs came in from the back of the camp, all silent and the Germans from the other. W

We fully ignored the kids, speaking to each other silently as if silently yelling that the kids couldn't hear. We even shot our weapons silently at each other and chased each other through the fog and between the tents.

The kids were fully wide-eyed...open mouthed!! and then we vanished back into the fog silently and back to our camps 3/4s a mile away.

The next day the scout master came to our camp wondering about "The Ghost Soldiers" who went through the camp. He slyly grinned, saying "Those kids will talk about that night for years!!"

Starting during the summer of 2008 things kinda got weird at my house. I remember it being sometime late in July around midnight or just passed it. I was on my laptop chatting with a friend and I felt an incredibly sharp pain on the back of my neck that travelled around to my throat. I checked in the mirror and I had 3 scratch marks going across my throat. It was one of the most terrifying experiences I've ever had, but only the first of more to come. Later on, about 2 weeks later or so I was on the same couch watching TV with my brother in law. I found it very hard to breathe and soon felt this pressure on my throat. I could literally feel a thumb pressing against my windpipe. My brother in law pulled me off the couch and I was able to breathe again. About a month later I had come home from my first week of college and crashed out again, on that couch. (gee, I never learn, do I?) I had only been asleep for about 10 minutes before I felt my leg jerk and I was dragged off of the couch. Didn't sleep for the rest of the night. Over the years since then, the activity in my home has ramped up. We've heard disembodied voices and footsteps at all hours of the day, one of which appears to be a child (my sister actually caught a photograph of what appears to be a little girl very recently). My siblings and I have also seen an apparition of a tall, thin, shadowy man that likes to roam up and down the hallway at night. I've seen him peeking into my bedroom now and then, and I don't really feel threatened by his presence. A couple summers ago, and twice since, I've witnessed objects being thrown across the room. The first being around 11pm one night when I was already in bed reading before going to sleep. I had my bedroom door locked tight. I remember feeling a very hard tap on my shoulder and when I sat up to see what it was, a quarter slid off of it. All of my loose change was kept on top of my TV, which was on the other room directly across from my bed. It happened to my father (who thought I was full of shit) while he was in the bathroom, again in my bedroom this passed February (this time it was a plastic toy my nephew gave me for Christmas) and most recently a few weeks ago, this time being a rather thick book that was on my nightstand. It flew off the nightstand, over my bed, and landed at my feet. Needless to say, it was very terrifying. So yeah, those are some of the events I've been a part of.

Here's a good one: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5yNaHQZrZ90

No personal experiences. But working in theater in boston, many friends of mine have told stories about encounters in the various old theaters we have around here. Apparently old theaters are popular with ghosts. There is a reason that the last person out of the theater every night rolls out a portable light onto the stage and plugs it in to stay on overnight. It is even called the ghost light.

We lived in a house that had a whole lot of spiritual activity and strange, unexplained events. In Las Vegas Nevada, the address was 121 E. Vallejo street. A rather normal looking house. nothing happened for a year, then just after Christmas, our first Christmas there, weird stuff started happening, the first thing was something me and my sister both seen from two different windows in the house one morning. it looked like a large group of people walking in one direction with their heads pointed down, all we could see of their eyes was white. She seen something different that i did not see, however, one man, nappy curly blond hair and a scraggly blond beard with very piercing blue eyes leaned against out pine tree we had planted in the front yard. He stared at her with an angry look, then he just gave a wicked smile, by her description. Soon after that event, things started happening. the animals started acting strange and avoided the girl's room. That pine tree, having been thriving, died within a week of that event. we had a bike tire have it's tube explode without rhyme or reason, with the sounds of like sand tinking all over the window. My sister lost a tooth that we put in a glass candle holder. after she went back to her mother's (step sister, joint custody for my step father) the tooth exploded so violently that it shattered the whole candle holder. about five or so seconds after the explosion, the same granular sound hit the wall that it was actually sitting against. ironically the wall to my sister's room. I started having dreams of being attacked by a demon from which i would wake up with wounds on my body, scratch marks from claws. I started having nose bleeds that would not stop for periods of time in excess of 8-10 hours. I left to visit my dad for a summer, and in that time, my cat started meowing desperately at my sister's room. My step dad opened their door and seen a red glowing disk hovering over the elder sister's side of the bed (they were away, but it was the elder sister that seen the blue eyed man). One night, as my sisters were leaving for their mother's house again, we heard a massive book that shook the whole house. we even seen their wall that connected to the living room, expand out a bit under the pressure. i had just spent an hour and finished not more than two hours prior to this event with cleaning up their room. when we went inside their room, EVERYTHING was trashed, like everything had been literally tumbled out of their places, every last scrap of clothing off the hangers and flung out of the closet, the entire bed overturned, you name it, it was trashed. Soon after, everyone that came to that house started feeling angry, and grew more aggressive, including us, leading tot he eventual leaving of my mother, and my step father followed soon after, much to our surprise, everything was fine once we got away from that house, and oddly enough, we never heard anything else strange about it after that.

I've had several experiences in my house. one was when I was unpacking totes in the basement. the totes that were stacked popped up about a foot. I first thought it was one of the cats but they were in the bedroom upstairs (this happened twice). my brother also saw a shadow figure ascending the stairs into my bedroom while the utility service man was setting up the gas and electric in the house. he also saw the figure and bolted out of the house!. I also caught an EVP in my bedroom.

Most of my personal ghost stories are warm and fuzzy and involve cats. :3

15 Feb 2003: An invisible cat rubbed against my right leg while I was praying at this temple:
https://www.facebook.com/PJKWANINNTENG
It was unmistakeable, and I could even make out the texture and temperature, soft and warm. This was exactly a month and a day after one of our favourite cats passed away.

Sometime in 2007: One of our cats passed away from an illness. His body exuded a powerful rotting smell (probably due to the illness) - even after removal, I kept smelling the odour in my room, and once in the middle of a shopping mall. It gradually went off and never came back.

November 2005-November 2006: This one's hard to explain. We adopted a white kitten whom I swear I had known before in another form. I'm not a kooky New Age-type person who frequently meets "past-life acquaintances", but the feeling I had with this kitten was persistent and lasted till he died. I'd never had that feeling before or since, with anyone else.

And a non-fuzzy one...

September 1989: I went for a 5-day Buddhist meditation retreat at a temple in Cameron Highlands:
https://www.facebook.com/media/set/.....517&type=3
Each day, as it got darker, I became increasingly upset and emotional. When night fell I was furiously resisting the urge to cry - nobody else seemed to be affected. I was fine again by morning - only for the process to repeat the next day as it got darker. I'm not emotionally unstable and don't have random spells of despair and unhappiness, so this was totally out of the ordinary for me. On the fourth day the effect was diminished, and on the fifth day I felt barely anything (we returned home on the fifth night).

I grew up in old river town that dates way back to the French and Indian wars. The State Park nearest to me was Starved Rock state park which might explain much of the areas bad energy, or be a result up it. Chicago was after all, founded on land avoided by the natives as being bad ground. So when I say the house I grew up in had spooks, I really mean, the WHOLE town.

When I was 23 I came home for a family visit and stopped in to see an old friend who lived across town. He was not home from work at 11pm as he had to commute from Joliet to Peru and so I waited with his wife and her sister and their two kids messing with the then fashionable Sega System playing a game. The kids were put to bed on the first floor, and the wife and sister fell asleep on the couch while I was messing with the game. All this while Im hearing this -creak- clunk- of a cabinet door opening and closing, or a crawl space door. Now my friend had mentioned the ghost before and I wit my background was always intrigued so I stopped playing the game and just listened for a good 30 minutes to this noise coming from the top of the stairs to the second floor. Then silence. About 5 minutes later Bill, my friend, pulls up and comes in an I relate to him how the ghost stopped just before he got there. His response? In typical Bill fashion, shouts. "THATS RIGHT MOTHERFUCKER! YOU BETTER NOT DO THAT SHIT WHEN IM HERE I TOLD YOU WHAT ID DO IF YOU MADE NOISES WHEN IM HERE! ILL BURN THIS HOUSE DOWN THEN WHAT ARE YOU GONNA FUCKING HAUNT!"
I guess the threat worked!

One of my dads properties made it into a book on Illinois Hauntings recently. (Kaskaskia Hotel) which used to be a square block but was chopped up into apartments and store fronts in the 40's of which my father owned a section on. I hated going into that basement below the street to collect the trash from the apartments daily. Dirt floor, 4.5ft ceiling, single bulb on a cord for lighting. BRR gave me the chills enough I still dream about it in nightmares to this day.

John Amico's Hair Salon School, Carus' Family Mansion, the Tiskilwa "Gamookus" that left things bent into perfect circles like canoes and even the natives had stories about it, Starved Rock's bloody history, Cherry Mine Disaster, left the area ripe for haunts.

Well, when I was a kid, my granma used to like to move from place to place. Since she lived with us, we moved with her. Moving around so much, of course, provided more opportunities for us to end up moving to a haunted location. I ended up living in two haunted houses over the course of my childhood. The first one was where I had my first run-in with a demon (a non-human melevolent entity). I wasn't even old enough to go to school at the time. It would take the shape of of different things in my environment and chase me. One day it attacked me. I ended up hallucinating and woke up on the floor. Of course, you can blame all of that on some kind of nuerological disorder, but I've never had one. I've checked out fine for every test my parents gave me. It turned out that my grandmother was in to the paranormal, and had likely experimented. She would have "seizures" but she didn't look like the same person when she had them.

During my second experience living in a haunted house, I would be wide awake in my bed and this thing would come up to the side of my bed, reach out it's hand, and touch my head. I would try to hide under the covers, but I never felt safe in my room or in the living room. One day, I was in the living room and something grabbed my ankle, tripped me, and started dragging me across the floor. My mom thought that I was playing, and didn't believe me when I told her what had really happened. One night I had a nightmarish vishion of how the spirit who was stalking me died. In the vishion, I was them. I would tell my parents about everything I experienced, but they would never believe me because it went counter to their faith. I believe that is why I am so interested in the paranormal today, and why I own paranormal equipment. The more knowledge I have, the more power I have, and the more power I can provide to others who shouldn't have to feel as alone as I did.

SImply 'cause I don't feel like typing it all out again, here's a ghost story that happened to my dad.
http://www.prairieghosts.com/oh-elmo.html

I was once visiting family with my mother and after reading a comic I returned it to my cousins playroom. While crossing the hallway I saw movement to my left but heard no sound so I looked up and I saw a guy in early 1900's clothing walk through the door of the toilet, cross the hall and go through the door of the closet. This took place in a new house built in the 70's by my uncle in the early 1990's. I still vividly remember the brown pants with thin vertical black stripes and the shiny black leather shoes.

my highschool was haunted, out in taft there is a graveyard where you will see a skeletal looking horse and strange noises

Groat had a ghost cat in his old apartment here, I was one of three people who saw it all at the same time. That was my only animal ghost.

I am of Norse and Celt heritage, and Celts seem to get this special gift, or curse. We see ghosts. Hell, If I walk into a haunted place I feel it almost always right off. I hate this ability, it scares the living crap out of me. But at the same time, I seem drawn to haunted places. Curiosity and the cat, I suppose.

I saw ghosts from early childhood, having grown up in a haunted house in California. But as I did not know what ghosts were, I couldnt articulate what I had seen until I was much older.

This happened at the second to last trip to Comic Con back in the early 2000s sometime.

We had driven to San Diego from Tucson, and were dog tired. But we had met some friends and did the dinner thing, crawling back to our room at the Hotel San Diego around 1 am. Everybody got cleaned up and ready for bed. I had one bed to myself cuz I play football in my sleep.. Seriously, you could die!

Anyhow, two of my buddies shared one bed, I had the other, and my roomie had the floor and was asleep in seconds (the rotten schmuck) and snoring like a feight train. I have always had insomnia and even with medication it takes me hours to get to sleep. So probbly about 3 AM, I was starting to drift off, when my blood went completely cold. All of the hair on my back went staright up, as normally happens when spooks are around.
Opening my eyes, and facing the room from my bed against the wall, a dark shape of a man came from around the little wall that blocked my view of the room door, the outside wall of the bathroom. It was very dark in the room, but the shape of a man was clearly visible, darker than the darkness of the rest of the room. I watched as the shape turned and stood at the foot of my bed. I didnt even breathe. The shape turned and walked to the foot of the bed where my buddies were asleep, and when the shape passed from the foot of my bed, I noticed that the man-shape ended at the knees. This ghost had no legs below the knee!

The shape stood for a moment at the foot of my bussies bed, as it had done at mine, and then walked out the wall where our window looked out over the space between the two buildings.

What I found most interesting, besides the fact that my bed was supported by old phonebooks, was that the ghost paid no mind to my roomie who continued to snore loudly on the floor...

This was one of my recent ghost experience. I have had many since I was a kid, but the last of the several spooks I felt and saw at Hotel San Diego.