There’s many people here that don’t believe in this kind of stuff (mostly ‘cause they’ve never experienced anything), but I’m not going to argue about whether ghosts are real or not. Believe what ever you want EDIT: So I just walked out of the fucking house and into the backyard because I heard what sounded like 3 clear footsteps upstairs in the hallway. The hallway floor is loud as fuck so fuck this. Literally like 4 mins after I post the thread. I’m chilling with the pet birds now. I think my best friend has a ghost here. I honestly believe it could be his grandma that died like 10 years ago or more. It’s either that or I’m the one that’s haunted, not his house. Apparently it’s not always the property that’s haunted, but a person can be. I’ve been staying at his family home for nearly a week now because his parents are vacationing in Portugal. 1. For two nights, I’ve heard and felt some strange things that I can’t ‘rationally’ explain. The first night it happened, I was trying to sleep in his parents room and it felt like somebody slightly tugged the corner of my pillow, it stopped and it’d happen again a few seconds later, then again and again. I looked up to see if one of my friends snuck in (there’s been 3-4 of us here the last week) and was messing with me but, of course, only I was in the room. I lay my head back down and then I hear the bed frame creaking pretty loud. Ok, maybe it was my imagination, right? Maybe I’m just overthinking things and I’m losing it. That’s what I chalked it up to - it’s in my head, I’m overreacting and not thinking logically. 2. Last night (2 nights after the first ‘incident’), I’m trying to sleep in the living room on the futon because it’s cooler down here. It was only myself and my best friend here last night and he was asleep in his room downstairs, snoring so loud I wouldn’t be surprised if his parents heard it over in Portugal. There’s a plastic Walmart bag across from me that we used to clean some garbage up and it was (still is) hanging from a knob on a drawer or whatever - I hear the bag make that annoying trademark plastic bag sound There’s no wind blowing it around and the AC definitely didn’t do it. If it was wind or the AC, I don’t think it would be just one rustling sound as if someone walked by and brushed against it. I think nothing of it. The futon was still folded up like a couch and I was facing the other half of the bed/couch if that makes sense, and it felt like somebody sat down right behind my back. You all know what that feels like, it’s unmistakable. I turn over, still trying to rationalize but of course I’m pretty on edge again and immediately think about the other night. A few minutes later I decide to lay at the other end of the futon. I put my head where my feet previously were because I turned the TV on. I needed some light and a little bit of sound because I felt very uneasy about what just happened. I’m facing the room now instead of the other half of the bed/wall (hope the way I’m explaining this makes sense). A few minutes go by and now it feels like somebody lightly poking my chest and left shoulder every few seconds. I opened my eyes and looked down and I can see the blanket moving in and out. I got up, went to my friends room and tried to sleep on the couch, but I obviously couldn’t get to sleep at all. I was way too freaked out at this point because someone or something was pulling my pillow, moving around the room, sitting down beside me and started to fucking touch me. It felt like someone was watching me for most of the night after all of this. Like they’re staring at me, it stops for a few minutes and then start watching again. I’m not looking for any reasonable explanations anymore because there isn’t one. I’m still here, but my friend is at work so I’m alone, tired as fuck but too terrified to lay down to try sleeping. I’m going to have to try soon, though, because I don’t want to sleep all day when my buddy gets home. ———————————————————————————————————————-——-———- The reason I mentioned his grandma is because he told me a long time ago that he’d see and hear her in the house. One of the main things he’d see is her walking down the stairs into the living room (where I tried sleeping last night, same room she always slept in, looking at the stairs right now actually). If he didn’t see her coming down these stairs, he’d still hear it. It used to terrify him but then he started having comforting dreams of her, where she told him it was ok and all that. When he finally stopped being scared, she said goodbye to him and he stopped seeing her. Another weird thing is, he had a dream of her the night she died or the night before (I forget now), it was of a coffin and it would open, then her hand came out and gripped around the door or something, and that was it. He knew it was her because of her wedding ring. Then his parents woke him up, told him she died and if I remember correctly, gave him her ring. Pretty sure it happened on her couch in the living room, too. I never understood a single word she ever said because she only spoke Portuguese, but I remember she’d crack jokes at us all the time. He’d laugh and translate. Last time I saw her, we were in like, 3rd grade or something. Also, I say maybe I’m the one that’s haunted and not the house, it’s because I’ve had a few other ‘experiences’ before. The most common is the feeling of being watched during the night for a few minutes at a time, then it stops and starts again, then again, etc. This has happened literally everywhere I’ve ever lived except for the new place I’m in. I guess my old city (Cambridge, Ontario) likes to fuck with me, TLDR 1. Felt like someone kept pulling my pillow. Then I heard the bed frame creaking as if someone was moving but it wasn’t me. 2. Heard plastic bag rustling noise like someone brushed against it. Felt like someone sat down on the futon I was trying to sleep on. Felt someone/something poking my chest and shoulder. I could actually see the blanket being pushed in every time the poke happened. Went to a different room out of fear, but felt like I was being watched the rest of the night. I’m here alone, exhausted, but too afraid to try sleeping.