That would scare the shit out of me!
We lived in a hundred year old farm house growing up. We had weird things happen, Sounds and strange things moved, that sort of thing. We never saw anything, but a couple things that were really strange, the lights used to come on in the milk barn at 4 in the morning. Our farm had been in our family for several generations, and back in the day they would milk at 4. When my dad took over and upgraded everything it didn't take as long to milk so we didn't go out until 6. But the lights would come on at 4. Not always, but every so often. One day my mom was in the bathroom, and I was sitting in the living room doing homework. No one else was home at all. TV was off, house totally quiet. Mom comes tearing out of the bathroom screaming what?! what?! I looked up at her like she was nuts! She said she heard someone screaming and sounds like someone was falling down the stairs. She still insist today that she heard that clear as a bell and gets pissed off if we make fun of her!

I have had several encounters with what I consider to be the spiritual world in my life and now, my DS (he's two) appears to be having similar experiences.

I am not frightened though and neither is he.

In our culture (First Nations) we have many spiritual ceremonies, beliefs and traditions and we hold those very strongly. We believe that our ancestors (we call them our Grandmothers and Grandfathers) act as spirit guides in our daily lives and send us message and help us along in life.

Recently, one of my guides decided I shouldn't be lying around in bed and began to shake my mattress. I took it as a sign to get off my ass and do something productive! LOL!

DS chats a lot with his guides and I believe he has had an encounter with the Little People (they are the ones who live in the forest and they LOVE children! They often try to get human children to come and play with them and if one contacts your child, you have to be careful because your child will follow!)

I have a good friend who was taken from his home to the bush by the Little People when he was only five years old. He disappeared and obviously, his parents were very worried. They called the police and filed a missing persons' report. Five days later, out comes my friend, this five-year-old child, from the bush, totally clean, fed and hydrated. He told everyone the Little People had taken care of him in the bush and showed him how to hunt.

He tells me about his "friend" JoJo who lives "in the bush, in a tree". He will go to one corner of our property and wave and call to this JoJo almost every day. He will run up to me and ask if he can go and play with JoJo in the bush. I always have to tell him no, if JoJo wants to come play, he has to come in the yard. Little People will not come around if there are adults present.

I know this may sound nuts to some of you, but it is part of my belief system as a strong, proud Ojibway/Mohawk woman. We have an intense connection with the other side and I have learned not to be afraid, but to embrace it.

I'm the one who posted about my dads close to christmas visit, and the summer camp ghosts.

I lived down in GA for several years, in a double wide that used to be owned by my SO at the times grand parents. The handle on the screen door would randomly rattle and it bugged me out for the longest time. I would also feel an old woman's presence and a hand on my shoulder while cooking or cleaning. I mentioned this once in conversation with SO's other grand mother, She said the rattling was his Grandpa being who he was and fiddling with things. And the hand on my solder was his grandma. Any time after that the door rattled I said grandpa cut it out and it stopped IMMEDIATELY !!! And when I would feel the hand id say its okay grandma I got it and I would feel a squeeze and it would be gone.

On another note we had 3 acres backed up to woods and then a 100+ acre lake very rural area. I'm utterly convinced we had a Bigfoot in the woods. None of our 3 dogs would go anywhere NEAR the back of the property, and when I would take them back there they would freak and bark and growl wildly at the woods. When I went back there alone on several occasions small pebbles were thrown at me from the woods and I couldn't see who or what did it. Foul almost like a mildewish moldy wet blanket smell was back there as well. On several occasions I heard strange growls screams coming from the woods late at night. And once laying out watching a meteor shower the horses in the pasture down the road were very clearly spooked by something as I could hear them snorting and running wildly in the pasture. Another time early evening just before dusk I opened the back porch door and something dashed madly into the thick woods behind the trailer. I couldn't tell what it was but it was large dark and stood on 2 legs. SO worked nights and I SWEAR I heard foot steps very heavy pacing the back side of the trailer on a few occasions. I never felt safe there and even now thinking about it in my house in the city limits of a rather large city In PA I'm getting chills and freaking over any little noise. EVERYONE including SO thinks I'm crazy for that one but it truly had me scared.

We used to have one of those Leap Frog Learning Tables. On it were these colored piano keys: red, yellow, green, blue and it had two settings where it would sing the colors or it would just play a tune. Well, we had this table at one house for awhile and then my DD and I moved in with my mom who has always been "haunted" by her grandmother. (I use finger quotes here because it's always been harmless and playful) So when we moved in with my mom, the table would randomly sing "YELLOW!" (which was her Grandma's favorite color.) We would all be sitting at the dinner table talking and laughing and suddenly hear, "YELLOW!" from the little table, or we'd be playing with my DD across the room and the table would sing at us, etc etc. My mom would always tell us that her grandma was there, but I just figured it was an electric glitch in the table.

One day we were playing with the table and the batteries died and this time we didn't have replacements handy to fix it, so I removed them we just went on playing with something else. That night at dinner we heard the table again, "YELLOW!" And it totally freaked me out because I was the only one that knew the batteries had died. I was like, "Hi, Granny!" (nervous laughter) and the table goes "YELLOW! YELLOW! YELLOW!"

When i was about 13/14 me and a friend messed about with wiccan magic. We were just curious and doing it for fun, but one day we took it a bit far and me and her decided to do a circle thing and casts spells of good luck on ourselves or something of the like, and half way through, she goes look im not really into this, and got up and moved out of the circle, moving the chalk drawing on the floor. Well nothing major happened, but the entire atmosphere of the room changed and i found it impossible to sleep, there were weird creaks and things would fall off my dressing table and i swear i could hear strange noises from the floorboards and there was a fireplace with a chimney in my room which was blocked and it always made crazy noises after that. My dreams changed too, i dreamed about horrible things!
My best friend had a baby just over a year ago that was stillborn. She had decorated her room really nicely and the cot was made ready for the baby to come home from the hospital and my friend couldnt bear to go into the room for weeks after. when seh eventually did, first thing she did was turn on the light switch and the lightbulb exploded all over the room. Maybe it was just cause she hadnt used the light in a while, but i dont know!
Around where i live there are lots of old victorian houses. No matter how newly the house is decorated inside there is always a certain 'feeling' in old houses. i just think you can feel the history, as for actual ghosts, i have never experienced one very first hand but im a believer that some spirits dont pass over as quickly and hang around in our world for a while!