It was about 1:30 am on a Saturday, I had a bunch of my friends over for a sleep over, we stayed up all night long and we were camping out in my backyard. I said "Hey guys I have to use the bathroom, I will be right back". I walked into my house and went up to the 2nd floor. Then I heard footsteps walking up the stairs. I thought it was my friends trying to pull a prank on me, so I ran into my room and put on a mask. I could still hear the footsteps, I went to the top of the stairs and jumped and screamed to scare my friends. Nobody was there. I heard the footsteps again, but this time, they were coming from upstairs, then it hit me it was probably my parents.
So I went upstairs to see what they were doing, when I got up there, again nobody was there so I went into my parents room, but they were sleeping. I ran out onto my balcony to see if my friends were still in the back yard. They were all still there. I didn't know what to do, then I thought that maybe it was a robber, so I ran into my parents room and woke them up, my mom ran into her closet and got her gun, my dad checked all the doors and said that they were all locked. They said that I was just tired and I was hearing things, I said that they were probably right.
So I went back into my yard and we partied. At about 5:00 am, I got out of my tent to stretch and everybody else was sleeping. I went out and sat in a chair. I looked up at my house and saw a dark figure looking at me through one of the windows. I stood up to get a closer look, but right when I stood up, it vanished. I told my friends but they didn't believe me.
The next time I had a party, the same thing happened, but this time my parents saw it, they called over a psychic, she said that it was the spirit of the owner in the 1700's, she said that he fell off one of the balconies at my house during one of his partys. She also said that he was angry because we were having partys in his house.
A few years later, when I was about 15, the same thing happened but this time it was bad, my friend went to use the bathroom. I was having a high school party. When he entered the bathroom, the door shut behind him and locked. By the time we opened the door, he had a scratch on is face and said someone or something attacked him, we quickly moved from the house after that.
We had a church right next to my house, the church service bought the house and used it for the priest. The priest did an exorcism and there was no more reports of a ghost, but the thought of that ghost, I would never forget.