It was my freshman year of college and I had been living in the dorms for a few months now. My dorm was set up as a suite: 3 bedrooms (2 girls per room), 1 bathroom, 1 living room. My roommate was no longer at college, so I had the bedroom to myself. One night, as I was falling asleep, I heard my roommate's empty bed start to squeak. At first I thought it was just the bed settling, as furniture has a tendency to do at night as the air cools. However, the squeaking got louder and louder and soon it sounded like the bed was actually shaking. It really freaked me out, but I just closed my eyes and made myself fall asleep.
When I woke up in the morning, I thought I must have imagined the previous night's occurences, so I just continued on with my day. But that night the bed started shaking again. The next morning I checked all around the bed to see if maybe it had been pushed up against the wall and it was just neighbors banging on their wall causing the bed to move, but the bed was a good 5 inches away from the wall on every side.
This shaking bed continued every night for at least a week, maybe even longer. Looking back on it now, I can't believe that I didn't do something about it sooner, I can't even believe that I was able to fall asleep each night with the amount the bed was shaking. Finally, one night when the bed was making noise I said outloud, "Please stop. Just please stop." It never happened again.
There was however, one more incident that occurred in my dorm, one that scared me even more than the bed. I was getting ready to go out one night, all of my suitemates were already out so I was the only one in our suite. I had just finished getting dressed and wanted to look at my outfit in the mirror, so I went into one of my suitemate's rooms- their room was the only one with a full length mirror. I walked into the dark room, and flipped the light switch but the light didn't come on. I started to walk across the room to the lamp sitting on the desk when all of a sudden I heard a loud, urgent whisper come from the closet saying, "Michael!"
I ran out of that room as fast as a could and didn't stop until I had made it safely to my friend's house. I ran over all the possibilities in my head, but nothing made sense. I was sure it was a whisper in that room, and not just a muffled shout from a neighbor. I am 100% positive that I was the only one in my suite that night. I tried to do some research to see if there were any reports of anyone dying in my dorms, but I didn't come up with anything.
I've always "believed" in ghosts, but have never had any type of remarkable experiences apart from these. I still get goosebumps thinking about that whisper coming from the closet.