Since the first topic I posted is about chatted to death, I will tell you about something completely different, and something that takes less time to type.

The house I just moved away from 3 years ago was haunted. And it was directly across the street from a huge very old cemetary in town. As far as I know there were at least three "ghosts".  I can't begin this story without mentioning this bit:  the first day I owned this house there was no electricity, so my friend G and I were in the dark that night moving boxes in. The house was built in the 40's and was creepily out of date. It looked like we had moved into a time warp. In the back bedroom with only his little flashlight in the pitch dark, he opened the closet door  and I heard him say, "um, Kira, can you come here?" I walked to where he was — in big glow in the dark letters scrawled on the inside of this closet door were the words "YOU ARE DEAD".  It was a crappy kind of welcome to this new house, probably written by one of the miserable children I had met at the open house. It scared us pretty good. Especially since a neighbor had some by eariler in the day and related to us the story of how the woman who lived here before us tried to kill herself many times in the bathroom. Apparently they moved to put her in a mental hospital up north. Great.

I didn't see a ghost until probably 6 months later, after I had screwed the door to the creepy bathroom shut. A friend of mine gave me a butcher knife to hang in that bathroom as decor after he saw it. No wonder that woman tried to kill herself in there, it looked like a bathroom an insane person would build 60 years ago. I even painted to door to match the walls so most people never even knew there was a room there at all. We called it the "you-are-dead-bathroom".

Ok, so the ghost. I was sitting on my bed one evening (alone in the house) reading a magazine when out of the corner of my eye I suddenly saw a crazy shrieking woman running at me with a knife over her head. In a split second I jumped up and started screaming and running at her in the exact same manner, thinking that she must be some nut who got into the house, and that this would be the only way to get her back out again. She turned and started running from me and when we got to the far side of the kitchen she disappeared. Needless to say, i made sure all the doors were locked and I slept with all the lights on after that.

A few weeks later I was painting one of the bedrooms. It was pretty much empty except for a few boxes in one corner with some books, the hanging venetian blinds on the opposite wall, and my paint supplies. I went to bed that night (a friday), and at about 3am I head a huge crash. I had started keeping my dog in the house by then, since I had been hearing weird unexplained sounds alot, and we went to investigate the noise. It was from that room I was painting. Opening the door, we found the venetian blinds twisted and apparently thrown on the floor. The books were all over the floor, and my paint can was knocked over. My heart was beating prety hard, but I just decided the ghost lady I had seen in the house didn't want that room painted and had thrown a tantrum. I went back to bed.  I had seen her around the house since the first encounter, always just briefly in a shadow, or behind a door I was opening (and then poof she's gone)… I was getting used to it, but it was still a little nerve-wracking.

So I lived there in this house for about a year by this time, and was used to the crazy lady ghost. Sadly, she was not one of the awesome ghosts you see on TV with the old black corset dress with silver buttons down the front, but she was some old dimented lady from the 70's. Anyhow, a friend of mine (Dave) came over one evening, as he often did, just to hang out. We decided to turn off all the lights in the house and play this memditation biofeedback software I had recently gotten (www.wilddivine.com) on my computer, which was set up in the dining room. We had played for about an hour or so when he looked past me over my head and turned white as a sheet. Seriously, I saw all the color drain from his face, it was pretty wild. All he said after a moment's shocked silence was, "Turn on the lights, turn on the lights!" He was flipping out in that kind of wide-eyed shocked pacing kind of way. He said he saw a white basket-ball sized glowing orb floating around the kitchen ceiling behind me. That was the last time he ever came over to my house.

Then, about six months later, another friend of mine (X) came over to watch movies late in the evening. We turned off all the lights except my bedroom light, where the big TV was. We played several movies, eating popcorn. At about 4am, he went into my dark very large kitchen to throw out the popcorn bags (trash can was at the far side of the kitchen, at the doorway that lead to the dining room). When he came back he looked terrified. He said, "I have to go now."  — but we were in the middle of another movie! I was really confused, but he would not tell me what was wrong, only that he had to go home. Perplexed, I kept questioning him, and he finally fessed up that when he got to the trash can he saw a basketball sized light blue orb floating around the cieling int he diningroom. He was petrified. So he went home.

Since that last sighting, I had seen two shadowy male figures (one older male and one young adult male) in my room, and I told them I did not want to see them there anymore, and they left. The old lady was always there though, and I never told her to leave, because I kinda figured this was probably her house once.

My ex-husband now owns that house, and says he has not ever seen a ghost there (I will write him again just to be sure). He has remodeled the entire place.