I've already told one ghost story but this is another slightly smaller one. When I was younger and still lived in the US in california, we lived in a town house. Personally I love the small home (except for the bugs) but sometimes it freaks me out.
When I was 7 my dad was reading to me in bed some story when suddenly my lamp started flickering on and off. I stared at it and asked my dad what it was. My dad (ever the christian) smiled and suggested "Maybe it's god". I believed him but still felt a bit freaked. A couple years later I had a friend over for a sleep over and it was maybe 9 at night when my lamp started flickering on and off. Elizabeth (my friend) asked if it was an old bulb. I said no, my dad had changed it the other day. We both got scared and giggling, ran downstairs parking ourselves in front of the tv.
A year later maybe I was home alone and going into my room when, guess what, my lamp started flickering off and on. I ignored it but on and off on and off it went for about 15 minutes. It was near dark and I was too freaked to stay in my room so I stayed in the living room until my parents came home.
Later when my friends and I were telling ghost stories to each other I told them my flickering light story. They thought it was creepy but said it was a coincidence. I don't believe it. Sometimes I feel that something was in my room... Even though I have moved now I still wonder why had my lamp gone all haywire towards night?