Really happy to have found this website, and to share my experiences with others.
I live in an old home. It was built in a sleepy village in Illinois around the date of 1870; I can't be sure, as the original blueprints to the house no longer exist. I have lived here for the majority of my 25 years, save a couple here and there. I have inherited the home and now live here alone.
I used to have roommates. One of them was gravely aware of the age of the home, and sort of expected ghostly happenings to come as a result of this. Fortunately, he never quite experienced anything I would consider a "real" haunting - not discrediting, but I have had enough experience with the paranormal here, that I can differentiate between a strange noise pets or the creaky old home makes, and something truly out of the ordinary.
The other roommate of mine was more sensitive to this type of stuff, but did not voice it like the other. One evening this past summer, I was sitting in my den. My roommate was in the living room, reading a book. Suddenly, I hear his voice, in such a tone which made me get up and want to ask, "What's wrong?" He was clearly unnerved. I went into the room and began to speak, when he cut me off and asked, pointing to the ceiling, "Do you hear that?" At first, it sounded like a far-off motorcycle. Then I realised it was coming from the second floor. I only heard it for about two or three seconds, when it cut off. It was a distinct sound of a wooden object rolling across the wooden floor, and it seemed directly above me, which would have been in the upstairs hallway. It sounded like a large, wooden object, slowly rolling across the floor. I pictured a wooden dumb-bell type object in my mind. The living room is the room in the home which has the staircase leading up to the second floor, so the staircase is visible to anyone in the living room. I took one look at him and he looked at me, then said, "You hear it too!" He was clearly nervous about this, but insisted we check it out. We had done much cleaning before they had moved in, so there were no random objects on the floor. There were certainly no wooden objects to have made such a distinct noise. We went into every room, just to make sure our imaginations weren't getting the better of us and nothing.
Later that night, we were talking with our other roommate and a friend who had come over. My roommate who experienced this had had a couple of drinks in him by then, so he was far more willing to discuss the event, when I asked him about it again.
He said he had heard this "rolling" noise for about a minute, before he called me in. What really freaked him out was getting a distinct impression that someone had come down the stairs, stopped at the bottom, and looked at him. That is what made him call me in. He said to me, "It felt like your mom. I know that is not something to joke about, but she noticed me and she LOOKED right at me. I didn't see anything, but I certainly felt it!" My mom had just passed away a couple of months before this. He said there was no fear, the entity was not unpleasant, and it was just the shock which made him call out to me.
I trust this person with my life, and I know he is very sceptic on the whole thing. For years, I'd tell him about how my home was haunted, but I didn't get any sort of reaction from him. He never quite gave it much thought. When he told me this with absolute dead-certainty in his voice I couldn't help believe him. I also know for a fact that I heard the exact noise he was describing, right above my head, which adds to the credibility of the story.
Far more where this came from, but certainly a good one to start off with.