I am just a normal, average, every-day American teenager. I was 17 at the time of my encounter. I won't pretend like I'm someone that has seen or had many experiences with ghosts or spirits in my life. This is my first and only paranormal experience. I had always been somewhat skeptical about "paranormal" events. So here is my story.
My family and I went on vacation to Williamsburg, Virginia. We were staying on a time share facility that was once the land of Native Americans (waaaayyy back in the day). After the Native Americans left, or were forced to leave, the land it became a southern plantation, home to rich white families and slaves for generations.
The time share land now has a bunch of little condos, a fitness center, tennis courts, and pools as far as the eye can see. However, the original plantation house still sits proudly in the center of it all. The house has electricity and running water and is open to the people staying in the time share. You can go inside and look around a bit during certain times of the day.
My mother and my sister went to look at the house without me about halfway through the vacation just to check it out. They came back extremely freaked out about how the house was haunted. Not believing a word they said made them take me to the house to check it out. As soon as you walk into the house you have the staircase in front of you and a little hallway to the left of it. On your immediate right is a sitting room with a heavy wooden door that was open. On your immediate left was a dining room closed off by a heavy wooden door. My sister was staying outside because she was too freaked out to go back inside. There was a little table with a card on it that had answers to frequently asked questions about the house. The very last one on the card was "Is this house haunted?" My mom told me to read it aloud. I read the answer aloud since we were alone in the house. The answer said that it had been confirmed by several psychics and the TAPS team. As I finished reading the answer aloud the heavy wooden door that was completely closed to my left turned the knob and swung open. My mom freaked out and left the house. I stayed long enough to see that no windows were open and there was no way to open the door. My interest peaked, we decided to go on the ghost tour (also my first ghost tour).
During the ghost tour (which was mostly just history lessons about the house and the property) we left one of the rooms upstairs and the guide directed us to go into the library. I was the first person into the hallway and would have been the first one into the library but while we were in the other room, the previously open door had been closed completely and I was a bit surprised. The other people around me seemed to be having the same realization and we were all kind of hanging back from it. When the guide came out of the other room looking confused as to why we were all still in the hallway I pointed out that the door had closed, apparently of its own accord since we were the only people in the house. As I said this the door opened by itself. The guide simply shouted, "Thank you, Eliza!" and walked in to continue the tour.