It's funny how I ended up seeing this thread today. I was just thinking about my experiences earlier.
My first experience, I still get scared thinking about. When I was 16, I was heavily into this certain rap group. I mean seriously into them! Whenever I heard their music, I felt like I was being hypnotized sort of. They had this one song that had me under it's spell. I recorded it 4 times in a row on a cassette, and would listen to it fully, rewind it, and listen to it again, over and over. I would listen to that song 12 times if need be. Anyways, I ended up getting their Cassette and I tried playing it, and my radio turned off three different times. This was a brand new radio and had never done this before! On the fourth try, it played. They had a hidden message that you had to decode in the booklet. I began decoding it, and it was talking about all this demonic stuff, and it freaked me out. I ended up putting it out in the shed and got rid of it the next day. I asked a friend who also listened to them if they had decoded it, and they said no. Others overheard us and started discussing how they were devil worshippers. I didn't believe them. I felt it was weird, but there was no way that a rap group could be devil worshippers. I pushed the comments aside and continued listening to that song. I borrowed another friend's copy of the cassette (that did not have the booklet) and that night, I went to bed just like any other night. I was lying in bed, and I had this really creepy feeling that I was being watched. I glanced over at my little brother's bed (he was sleeping in my mom's bed), and my huge California Raisin stuffed toy was sitting there perfectly, just staring at me. She was on the bed every night, and I never had a problem with it or got weird feelings before. Well, I ended up reaching over, and pulled her leg out from under her to make her fall on her back. She was still on my brother's bed, but since she was no longer staring at me, I went to sleep. Morning comes, and as soon as I sit up and glance over at my brother's bed, the raisin was gone. I look across the room and she is on the opposite side, sitting on the floor staring at me just like she had been the night before. I tell you, I was so freaked out. I returned the tape to my friend, erased every single thing I could that I had on the rap group, and have never listened to them since. 13 years later, I'm still leery of my raisin but I have never had a problem with it since.
My neighbor's husband passed away about 11 years ago. Right after he passed away, while family members were staying with her, they would wake up to things being in the wrong spot, cabinets where his medicine had been kept were open, and the brand new car died at the cemetary when they attempted to leave after the funeral (it only started after she promised to come back). She had called me and asked me to watch her dog while she went on vacation a few months later. I did not want to go in a haunted house, so I didn't call her back. That night, I was in the bathroom, and the light turned out on me. It ended up happening to me once more that night. The next night, it happened three times, once including a night light that I had on just in case went out also. The third day comes around, and I'm home alone. I know I was the last one in the bathroom (and I do not pee with the toilet seat up), but when I went in there, it was up. We also had a coffee table that was REALLY hard to open one of the drawers. When I came into the living room from the bathroom, the drawer was open. Scary. That night, I had to have family members wait outside while I used the restroom because I knew it would happen. It did. I was the only one that it turned off on. The next day, I called my neighbor back, and it hasn't happened to me since.
In 2001, my husband and I were house sitting for a friend, and my brother was over. We were all in the kitchen and all of a sudden the TV changed channels and was blaring loud. It was a program on killer bees and all we kept hearing was the buzzing of the bees. We used the romote, and attempted the set itself, but the tv would not go down, turn channels, or turn off. We had to unplug the tv altogether. Then the next day, we plugged it back in thinking it was a short or something, and everything was fine. We went out swimming, and while we were all in the pool, the tv turned itself on and was blaring again. My husband went to the steps to get out and unplug it, and it turned itself off. We swam around for a few more minutes, then it happened again. We all got out, went in, unplugged it and went to our own home. The owners laughed about it saying it was probably a short. But after they moved out, we ended up moving into that house (stupid, I know). Our friend told us after we moved in that she hated that house and was beyond glad to get out of it, even though they moved into a fixer upper. Right after we moved in, one of our dog's died. A week later, another dog bit our friend and we had to get rid of him, and exactly a week after that, our third dog got his head caught in the fence and almost broke his neck trying to get out. I was in the bedroom one day and went to walk out into the hallway, and I saw someone go into the weight-room down the hall. My brother and I were the only ones there, so I started talking to him asking what he was doing (he was 12, and not into exercising). He responded, but he was in the kitchen. We never did find anyone in the weight-room. Then one night, my husband and I were sleeping, and my mom comes screaming at our door that someone is outside the livingroom window. We had a ladder out there, and her and my brother heard it scrapping across the cement. We went out there, and the ladder was in the exact same spot it was supposed to be, and there was no sign of anyone. We only stayed there for a month and a half because it was just too creepy. But we had a lot of bad stuff happen in that short of time, and when we were in the process of moving out, my brother was walking by the detached garage, when he heard his name called. He thought it was us, so he went in and was talking to "us", only to find no one was in there. There has been over 9 owners in the past 20 years, so that tells me something is wrong with the place.
Like Leeanna, I've had jobs that were haunted too. I used to work in a dinnerware store, and in the morning time when you were the only one there, you'd hear the dishes being set down on other china, or you'd hear things move behind you. My brother worked at another store in the same mall, and everyone who worked there heard "someone" flipping through the music CD's, or plastic bags rustling, when no one else was in the store. I worked in a youth center on a local military base for a couple years, and we always had to have accountability of how many kids we had on the premises. One day, all but two kids went on a field trip. The two girls came up to me and told me that there was another girl in the bathroom when they were in there. They said the stall door was shut and when they looked under it, they saw her legs swinging. We all knew that was unlikely, because there WERE no other kids. Not long after that, I started hearing children laughing when we didn't have kids in our building, I felt tugging on my shirt when no one else was around, I was "locked" out of the building even through the door was unlocked (someone was holding it from the inside), basketballs would fly off their shelf at 5 am when no one was in the gym with us, and the worst of all was when I was in one of the rooms with several of the kids. I had a vine on one of my shelves and all of a sudden, it started to slinky down like a snake does coming from a tree. This vine was only 2 feet long, and when it was literally about a foot and a half down, it finally fell. As soon as it slinkyed more than half way, the weight should have pulled it down.
I currently work at an elementary school, and we have a little girl ghost in our cafeteria. Last year, I had two girls come up to me and tell me that they were standing by the bathroom, and all of a sudden the door shut by itself. I told my mom who works in the cafeteria and she said that she's heard about the ghost. One of our supervisors saw her last year, not knowingly she was talking to the little girl, and she vanished. Today, my mom felt her tugging on her apron two different times, and when she mentioned it, the other lunch lady said that the ghost was pulling on her's a couple of days ago.
