To give a bit of a back story, most of these events happen in my “childhood” home in Washington State, a residence I lived in with my parents starting in 1991 until 2004 when I joined the Air Force.
I always had the feeling I was being watched when I walked down the hallway at night to get a glass of water, that feeling persists to this day whenever I go home on leave.
2001 – My parents were away on a two week cruise, I had a computer in my bedroom, which I was playing games on one day… An FPS as I recall, and I was doing very poorly. I became extremely frustrated, and then angry. I shouted “GOD DAMN IT!” Once the words escaped my mouth, my bedroom door slammed violently shut… It was forceful, and loud. I thought it was going to come unhinged. I left the house until my parents returned.
2004 – In the Air Force, at the schoolhouse on a Friday afternoon. School is over but I was tasked to close the building with an instructor, and it was storming out (of course). I opted to take the bottom floor, and was in the process of closing when I heard a male voice almost whisper, but spoken clearly enough to hear my name. I asked the instructor if she’d been downstairs at all, but she said she hadn’t. There were no others in the building before we left.
2005 – A friend of mine and I liked to take long walks in the logging trails behind the high school near our houses, just as a stress reliever or to kill time. It was winter, snow had fallen, and most of the water had frozen over. As we were walking we came to an aquifer fed body of water, most of us referred to it as “Beaver Pond” though I do not suspect any beavers have ever lived there. The small lake had frozen completely over, and as we came up to it we noticed a set of footprints in the light powder of snow that sat atop the ice. At the end of the prints there was a sizable hole where whoever it was had broken through… There were no prints leading away from the hole. We panicked, and ran away.
I brought the house related incidences up to my dad last year when I was home for my grandfather’s funeral. He said he had experienced several odd incidences as well, and had the same uneasiness on occasion that I spoke of.
I used to have a ghost that walked up and down the hallway in the middle of the night.