29. FREAKY noises while the parents were out.
We had just moved into our new house in a heavily wooded area. My parents had left my little sister and me alone in the house while they went out to dinner with another couple. I was sitting downstairs in the living room when all of a sudden I hear whispering voices and then all of a sudden the television turns on extremely loudly. Thinking its my little sister i start yelling at her, when she comes down the stairs I realize she was not in the family room, and from downstairs both of us hear the sound of a bunch of glass smashing. We’re freaking out, when we realize that the laundry machine has turned itself on. Needless to say we noped the fuck out of there and ran to the neighbors. When we returned with our parents nothing was broken and laundry machine was off. To this day I believe an energy wasteful spirit entered the house.
30. Notes on the piano playing during the night.
About a year ago we bought a piano. A few weeks after I woke up in the middle of the night hearing a single note played on the piano. Spooked, I walked slowly out to the living room and found my cat sitting on top of the piano – ok, mystery solved.
A few weeks later, the same thing happened again – a single note on the piano woke me in the middle of the night. This time, though, the cat was sleeping at the foot of my bed. We have no other pets that could have done it. Again I very, very slowly crept out to the living room. There was no one there. No burglars, animals, or anything else that could have played that note. Creeped me out big time. Hasn’t happened since.
31. The ghost of the woman who was murdered in her house.
A woman was brutally murdered in my home prior to me buying it. In the room that used to be her bedroom she still makes her presence known. For example, in the mornings the windows have condensation on them and when I am in there written words will gradually appear in the mist on the window (such as happy, free, etc.). I can also hear her walking back and forth across the floor of the room when I am in the room below her bedroom. She does other things like make things move around. We coexist peacefully.
32. Someone inexplicably handing him his inhaler.
I am severely asthmatic. I lived alone at my old apartment, a little studio. One night, I woke up in the pitch black of my room feeling an attack coming on. I have an emergency inhaler in my nightstand, and blindly fished it out, fumbled it, and dropped it. I hear it scuttle across the floor.
I start trying to feel around for it. By now the attack is getting worse. I decide to hit the light switch beside my bed. I reach out, and someone puts my inhaler right into my hand.
