I have had many ghost experiences, so has my mom, and both of us have experienced evil and good.
When I was little I lived in this creepy old house by a river, and it was a pretty nice house inside, but from the outside it was just creepy.
I remember the time when I got my "Big girl bed" and my own bedroom and was so excited. After a few nights went by, something happened that scared me really bad, so bad that I can remember to this day. I remember looking up at my windows and seeing three faces, and each of them had creepy eyes and had evil looking grins. I wasn't scared of anything when I was little, and that scared me so bad that I never went back in that bedroom, I just slept with my parents.
A lot of things happened to my mom as well, but that'll be for another story. So many creepy things to tell.
I remember sleeping with my parents one night, and I woke up suddenly, and looked over to the corner of their room and said "Who's that lady?" and they just said, "Who? I don't see a lady anywhere." I had seen a lady that you could kind of make out features, but not much. If it was a shadow from something else, they would've seen it.
I live in another house now, and I feel much better here, but there's paranormal things going on around here too.
I recently went to go see the house, and just didn't feel right there. There's a lot of sadness there, mostly because that's the house where I had my first dog, and eventually we had to give him away because we were moving. I can just remember crying and crying that day. Sorry to bring you down, just trying to tell a good story without being boring.