I've never been one to believe in ghosts. But I always thought if I ever encountered one, I would be terrified - well I was right. I like to think of myself as a rational person, but this is a scenario I can't make any clear sense of. You can trust that I have no logical reason to make any of this up. I wouldn't create an account just to make up a ridiculous ghost story. I apologize now for the length, I feel the need to explain everything, there are 4 different stories here. If anyone wants to know, I'm 20 and live in Windsor, Ontario.
It all started with my messy room. I came home and walked around my dirty clothes lining the floor. The closet doors were open, and I noticed something weird. There was one shirt, just one, hung up in the wrong area of my closet. One that I had no recollection of hanging. See, you're probably thinking okay you forgot you hung up one of your shirts. Well what I meant by the "wrong area" is that I have a very neat and organized way of hanging my shirts. Every type of shirt has its own section. I've been doing this since I moved in 10 years ago. This was in the entirely wrong section, and hung up right in the middle of my closet. I didn't really think twice about it, just assumed my mother (since I still live with my parents) had wandered in my room and hung it up. And then, a week or a couple of weeks later the same thing happened. So I went to my mother and said "why do you keep hanging my clothes up? I have a way of doing it, and it's always one thing why are you doing that?" and of course, she was very confused. She said she never hung anything up in my room. This has happened other times, but I never actually witnessed any of them being hung up. I recall about 6 times, at least, all with different types of clothes in the middle of my closet or on the knob. This lasted a couple of months, perhaps up to 6 or 7 months.
I never really thought that hard about these hanging clothes, and I made jokes that I had a ghost who does my laundry. I still slept just fine in my room, and didn't take it seriously. Not because I had any explanation, but because I lacked any belief. That was, until, the second incident. I need to back up a bit and explain to you that I lost my passport. I was going to cross the border that day, and I always have a certain place where I kept my passport. It wasn't there. I was desperate to cross the border that day though, so I searched everywhere. I tore apart every room in my house, even searching places I would have never thought to put my passport. I didn't just look that day. I had my whole family searching for it, until after a couple months I simply gave up and went through the painful process of acquiring a new one. That was approximately two years ago.
Now, a couple weeks ago I'm in my room again. I have a light that sits on my dresser, plugged in behind it. For some reason, it didn't turn on when I turned the little dial thing. I pulled the rest of the chord up to see if it was still plugged in, but it was. And then from the corner of my eye, what do I see sitting behind my dresser? My passport. At first I thought it was my new one until I opened it to realize it was the one I lost two years ago. And then my light flicked on, I didn't even hit the switch again. At the time, I was just very confused. My first thought was not a ghost at all, and then I blamed the light on a quick shortage (even though I don't remember it ever doing that before). I guess it took me awhile to realize hey wait... That's not possible. At all.
I can assure you, behind my dresser is one of the main places I checked several times. I pulled it out, I even pulled out the drawers, took the clothes out, looked in every single drawer. There is no possible way it sat there unnoticed when it was close enough for me to reach. But still, I slept fine in my room and talked casually about the idea of there being a ghost in my room.
About 5 days ago, I was spending the night at my boyfriend's house. I have spent a lot of time in that room, as we spend a lot of nights together. Let me just quickly explain that my boyfriend is not a liar. I have never caught him in a lie, never heard anyone claim he's a liar, nothing like that. I trust his word, and if I didn't have good reason to I would not be adding this to my story. He has class early in the morning for a couple of hours, so this day I slept while he went to class. I was very tired, we were up late. He says when he came back upstairs because he forgot his keys I was already asleep again. After he finished class he came back into bed soaking wet, and said "yeah it's pouring rain outside. You know what's weird though? My towel was hanging in my closet, I never hang my towels." Which he doesn't, he leaves things lying around just like I do. I kind of doubted him at first, but we both just fell back to sleep. I didn't even think about it that hard. Yesterday I really asked him if it was true. He said it was, and that it was hung up really neat. And I was there, sleeping, the whole time... He doesn't live with his parents, he lives with a friend of his. Why would anyone hang one of his towels, while I'm asleep in his bed?
You're all caught up to speed now, so I will explain what happened yesterday. This was a very very rare instance (I honestly can't remember a previous one) where the house was entirely empty. Normally, I am home alone a lot. But not without my dog. Yesterday, my dog was also gone and everybody had been for a couple of hours.
I was sitting on my deck listening to music for awhile. After coming in from outside, I wandered into the bathroom and went to grab my comb. But I'm clumsy and it slipped from my grasp. I bent down to pick it up and all of a sudden something smacked against the edge of my ceramic bathtub and landed on the floor. Now, this was a very loud sound in a very quiet house. Since I had headphones on outside, I had no noise to accompany me in the house as I normally have the TV or music blasting. I saw that it was the cover to our toilet paper holder. I picked it up, and placed it back on its stand when I realized how far away it was from the bathtub, and how there's no way it could have simply fallen that way. I'd say it's about 3 feet away, and the only way it could have hit the tile that way was if it was tossed across my bathroom.
After I placed the lid back on, I felt a huge wave of fear wash over me. This time, I was so afraid. I walked quickly out of the bathroom and turned around to look. I saw a shadow on the door, it wasn't very big. If anything, it looked as if there was something on my sink big enough to make a shadow. I didn't have the guts to go in and see what was making that shadow, but I assumed it was something else. Like the door was angled in a way that caused one.
Earlier today, I checked every possible angle of that door and looked for a shadow from where I stopped to look. There wasn't any size or type of shadow at all, at any angle. And now I'm very scared. This isn't even all that's happened, it's just the main things I have absolutely no explanation for. I had to return home last night after I got off work, and I didn't notice anything different but I had a couple of panic attacks being back in the house. Nobody was still home, and I can't remember the last time I was that terrified. I just felt as if there was something there, watching me. I got ready as fast as possible, and literally left my house before I even put my shoes on.
Every sound now that I hear makes me jump, every time I walk in that bathroom I have to brace myself, and check the curtains, check everything to see if anything is out of place. I check my room to see if anything has changed with the clothes, but none has since I found my passport. I'm posting on this site because I want to know what I'm supposed to do about it. My friend suggested I use a Ouija board, but I don't think I'm brave enough to try. What are you supposed to do? Talk to it? Please help!