I've posted this before on a thread last year.. I apologize for how long it is!

"I'm not sure if I believe in the paranormal. I always try to find some sort of reasonable explanation before freaking myself out. But my new house has had some events happen that are hard to explain. Myself and my 5 other family members moved in a nearly brand new house this past summer in July. The house is only 3 years old and the previous family lived in it for 2 years. Now I'm not sure if this has anything to do with the incidents, but we actually live across the street from a fairly large cemetery. The cemetery is quite new and doesn't really give off any creepy vibes.

The first incident happened about 2 weeks after we all moved in. I was sitting in the living room on the couch reading The Mist while enjoying our new fire place. My sister was in the basement and my parents had gone out grocery shopping. I hear what sounds like a car pulling into our driveway and the garage doors opening. My dog who always comes to the door to greet my parents when they get home comes running out of the bedroom and looks out the front window like she usually does when they get home. I expect them to come in the backdoor any second but I hear nothing. My dog is running back and forth from the front window, to the front door. I finally get up to go and see what's taking them so long and there is no one in the driveway. I figure maybe they are already in the garage so I go and open the garage door and the garage is empty. At this point I'm a little bit freaked out but decide I'm just not used to the house and the noises it makes. My parents get home about 15 minutes later. I mention it to my sister and she tells me that when she was upstairs in the kitchen it sounded like someone had come in the garage yet no one was there again.

The next story involves my Mom. This happened probably a month or so after we moved in. It was the middle of the day in the summer and I was in my room studying for my summer course finals. My Mom was in the kitchen doing dishes. She calls to me from the kitchen and asks if I've just heard anything. I tell her no, I was just sitting in my room quietly. She then tells me that while she doing the dishes she heard a loud male voice, basically right in her ear yell "What are you doing?!" It was so loud that she assumed I must have heard it too. Our house has very high ceilings and everything echos so you can hear noises from across the house. I didn't hear a thing. That story still freaks the both of us out because either the house is haunted, or my Mom is losing her mind.

This next story, and probably the last one I will mention because this post is already getting too long is one that involves me, and has been happening since before Christmas now. I live in a small bedroom on the upper floor of the house. All of the bedrooms have carpet that make a very distinct sound when you walk across them. I usually sleep with ear plugs in because we have a toddler living in the house and I enjoy my sleep. But occasionally when she is away for the evening at my sisters boyfriends house I'll only sleep with one earplug in and lay my other ear on my pillow so I have the freedom to hear when I like.

Starting in the early winter some time before Christmas I am woken up around 4:30 in the morning to what sounds like somebody walking across my carpet at a regular pace. I wake up very easily to sounds so I'm not overly concerned. I immediately assume it is my cat and sit up in bed to see what he is doing. I turn on my cellphone and shine it around my room like a flashlight and I don't see anything. I'm a little scared at this point because I sat up so quickly there was no way my cat could have walked in and out of my room that fast. A few minutes later I hear my cat walking down the hallway and into my room. He was on the other side of the house.

I'm a reasonable person so I try to justify these noises to something to do with my earplug rubbing up on my pillow and making a sound similar to the sound of my carpet. However, the noises have continued on over the months happening every few weeks or so for a couple nights in a row. Whether I have both earplugs in, or no earplugs in. At this point I've only mentioned this happening to my Mom because she believes in paranormal stuff. I'm starting to think that I'm going insane, or beginning to develop schizophrenia or something and am genuinely concerned about the noises I'm hearing at night.

Finally my Mom tells me that my sister who lives in the basement bedroom with her boyfriend has been hearing the same noises at night. Except rather than hearing someone walking across their room, they've described it as someone "crawling" across their floor. When I heard this I didn't sleep for a couple nights. The last time I heard the noise in my room it sounded like there was multiple footsteps running around in my room. I've been sleeping with both earplugs in lately and haven't heard anything for at least a month now."

There's been a few other creepy incidents that have happened as well that aren't really worth mentioning because this post is already so long.

**TL;DR** The house my family and I moved into last summer seems to be haunted. "Ghosts" shouting in my Moms ear, as well as "ghosts" walking and crawling on the carpets at night.

I've posted this before and it didn't get much attention. I may be a little late to this party, too, but here it is.

Edit: Sorry for the long read, but I really don't know how to shorten it without taking away from the story.

It was the early '90's. Two of my buddies and I were hanging out in our church parking lot late after church was over one night. It was pitch black save for the single streetlamp in the middle of the parking lot. We were sitting in the back of Don's truck near the light. To my right was the external building that housed the kitchen. The church building, also to my right but a little bit behind me, is attached to the kitchen by an open foyer. Behind both buildings is the multi-acre graveyard, with oldest graves over a century old. Beyond the graveyard is pastureland and woods. To my left running in front of the buildings and parking lot is the main country road with more open pastureland across the road.

We were sitting there shooting s**t, just passing time and having a good time talking about random things under the sun. Suddenly Jim shot a look into the blackness across the road and had a confused look on his face. We asked him what was up, and he said, "You guys didn't hear that?" He claimed he heard a deep growl off the in the distance somewhere in the pasture. So we sat in silence for a minute or so, listening intently. Nothing but the summer breeze through the oak trees could be heard. Don and I shrugged and jokingly accused Jim of making s**t up to scare us. Slowly the conversation resumes and we think nothing more of it.

Out of nowhere, both Don and Jim pop their heads in the direction of the pasture again. Don asked, "Is THAT what you heard?" Jim said yes. I heard nothing and figured they must have gotten together when I wasn't paying attention. They described it as a deep growl with almost a bit of laughter. I just laughed it off myself, telling them to quit messing around. They both looked at each other, though, with a bit of a scared look. Why we didn't leave at that point, I don't know, but young stupid males ain't too bright. Again, we listened for awhile but heard nothing more than a cow mooing in the distance.

Again, we go back to talking, but Don and Jim both keep bring it up with each other, saying maybe it was a coyote or a cow or something. I thought the joke was getting old, so I kept trying to steer the conversation away to other, more important things like video games and women. But then we heard it. We ALL heard it. This deep, gutteral, hellish growling laugh echoed from the graveyard though the foyer between the kitchen and church. Recalling the sound now brings the hair on my neck to attention. We all froze in fear for a few seconds, and without a word we all jumped out of the truck, ran to our respective vehicles, and hightailed it out of there.

I have no idea what it was. Someone playing a prank? Possibly, most likely. A sick coyote with a deep d**n voice? Unlikely, but maybe it was some sort of animal making sounds. A demon? Nah, surely not. But whatever it was, we have no idea what the f**k it actually was because it scared us s**tless.

To this day, we still bring it up occasionally. We call it the "Laughing Growling Thing" because of how it sounded. Curiosity makes me wonder if we would have found out what it was if we had stayed. The deep recesses of my mind tell me I don't want to know.

My mom told me this story of a large colonial house that we moved in when i was about 4 and i had an imaginary friend named Jenny.

Apparently my mom always had a weird feeling about the house and one day out of the blue i told her that i had been playing with a little girl named Jenny. She thought that it was just a phase. I told her Jenny wanted me to let the cat in to the basement so she can play with it. she let me and my cat never came back. that creeped her out.
Then a few days later i told her Jenny wanted me to come to the basement to play with her. She told me no and to go to bed. I did and when i woke up i had deep scratches on my back and legs. My mom sent me to my grandparents and proceeded to look up stuff on the house. she found an old picture of the house and who used to live there ( the house was built in like the late 1800's) and asked me if Jenny was in the picture.
She said there was like 7 little girls in the picture and she knew who was Jenny but i wouldn't have. I guess i pointed to Jenny without hesitation. She was scared because she had also learned that Jenny went in to the basement and was never found after that day so that family moved. After that incident with the picture we moved out of that house, i guess that was way too much for my mom. I was 18 when she told me that. I still think about it and think how scary that story is.

I used to work at a jewelry stand in the mall, a nice couple asked me if I rap….. I said huh I have been known to do a little rap and proceeded to do a little bit of my (not so) best work. They said do you gift wrap