I have several stories to share. Some from before my time, but I feel like I should still share. I'll begin with my Aunt Holly. Her first husband died in a drunk driving motorcycle accident in 1987, approximately 6 months after my grandma (her mother) died. My Aunt Holly re-married and gave birth to my cousin Danielle in 1990.
One night when family was staying over at her house they heard noise on my then 2 year old cousin's baby monitor. They heard "demonic" noises (by they I mean my Aunt Chari, and other cousins). They went and checked and she was awake. They got her back to sleep and thought it was interference or something. The next morning at breakfast my cousin mentioned something about a man in her room, everyone asked "Who?". She replied "Danny". My aunt had never told her of Danny, but even if she had she would not have been able to comprehend it.
This next part is all for my Grandma. She has made her presence quite known since her death in 87'. The first two stories take place with the same people in the same place.
My uncle Robert lives in the house he grew up in (with my dad and all 4 of their siblings) and is the house my grandma lived in until she died. Some of her belongings are still on a shelf that goes around the perimeter of the dining room. One of the belongings was my grandmas favorite music box that looked like an upright piano. Being untouched for years it hadn't been wound up, so when it began playing one morning everyone was shocked and quite tense about it.
Fast forward a few years, my uncle is now married to someone else, and she had an experience. She had never seen a picture of my grandmother, and she was never described to her either. My new aunt was watching a movie and saw someone standing next to her. Thinking it was my uncle she asked "what are you doing?" My uncle was outside smoking and came up to the living room window (which was next to where she was sitting) and said "smoking, why?".
My aunt began to freak out and when my uncle said "what did you see?" She went into full detail as if my grandma was still alive saying "She was Blonde, with a pink muu muu stuck up her butt." (I have been told my Grandmother wasn't the classiest lady) and my uncle confirmed it was her.
Now to what happened directly to me. I came home from school one day and from my living room you can see straight down our hallway where all our bedrooms are. I put down my bookbag, looked up and saw at the entrance to the hall a woman wearing a loose dress (muu muu) standing in front of the bathroom door looking into our dining room. Shortly after a curio cabinet containing a music box (ironically shaped like a piano) went off. Didn't hear much after that, but doesn't mean she wasn't there. Until last night when she showed herself.
I saw her standing to my left with her hands on her hips as she leaned forward like she was going to tell me something when she vanished. I was so scared and started crying (yes I'm a 17 year old male and I cried) because I had never been that close to a ghost before. But I feel like she needs to tell me something.
My Aunt Chari said she feels she is trying to be reached too, but I haven't gotten anything. Opinions please, thanks.