This is my story, I know it may sound fictional, but it really is true. It was the summer vacation 2010 or 2011, I don't remember the date, but it was in Klaksvík, a city in the Faroes, at my friend Natalia's house. I was staying with my friend and her house is haunted. She was able to see and comunicate with ghosts at that time, now she has lost the ability.
So we were just getting up to get something to eat and she saw a cat walking behind me (I never saw the cat), but they didn't have a cat and no one else saw it. Later before we went to bed, we were sitting and talking about ghosts, we always do that. She felt a scratch on her leg, like a cat clawed her, she totally freak out and threw her comforter on floor and hurried under mine.
The next day we were home alone and we were making breakfast, when all of sudden we heard three knocks on the door into the livingroom, she grabbed my hand and we hurried into the bathroom, as soon as we locked the door, we heard doors slamming all around in the house like someone was really angry, I've never heard anything as loud. I panicked, but she knew what was going on, because it had happened before to her and another friend.
Her dog was all alone out in the kitchen and whinning alot, so we hurried out and took him into the bathroom with us. Mickey (her dog) just stared at the bathroom door for awhile and then started barking and growling alot, it was so scary, I have seriously never been so scared before. I think it went on like that doos slamming, the dog barking and growling and me panicking, for about 10 minutes but it felt like hours.
Alot has happened in that house, I will tell you more stories from that house and my own home later.