Sorry, this is my first story. It is 100% true, if you were wondering.
It all started two weeks ago, when I was sick and off from school. I was at home with my dog sitting on my lap and he woke up from a deep sleep and started growling. This was unusual behaviour, he is a young puppy, 10 months old. He sometimes growled at the postman but this was menacing. His hackles went up and he barked at something random. He sat on my lap, staring at one spot in the corner of the room and suddenly two of my guitars fell over. We were the other side of the room and I was the only one in the house apart from my dog. Both of my neighbours were out. I shook it off. Things like this happened and there was probably a logical explanation for this.
The next happening was a few days ago. I was walking the dog and a guy yelled shouting, "Quick! In the canal!" The canal I was walking by is very old. The guy disappeared as soon as he had appeared, right in front of my eyes. My friend saw it too. She senses spirits lots and we briskly walked on.
The most recent happening was bone chilling. It just happened, inspiring me to make an account on here. I heard somebody whisper my full name, before a photo of my recently dead great uncle with me fell off a shelf and smashed. And no, it wasn't a tiny push. It flew through the air, hovering for a second then falling to the ground. My dog began barking again and as I bent down to pick up the smashed picture, it wasn't there. It was on the shelf, unharmed!