I have always believed in "ghosts." I have very many encounters actually. It was around late 2010 or early 2011. I had been sleeping over at a friend's house.
It was around 9:00 when everyone including her family had been out in the bonfire. We were going to tell scary stories. And when we came in I had scratches on my back. I just didn't think of it much. Then that night, when I was in her room I woke up. I was very thirsty. Until I saw a man standing by her room door. I did not want to get up and possibly get hurt. I stay there and tell my friend in the morning and asked if her dad was there checking up on her and me last night. She replied and said her dad had worked that night.
I tried to brush it off but I knew deep inside that someone was there. So then later I said that someone was there in that room that night. And she must not have believed me because she said she's never seen anyone. But I knew it. I saw it! Whatever she thought had not affected my beliefs. She later had believed me. I was so glad that she believed me. Another friend had came over which was both of our friends. We did not tell her my story yet. The next morning, she had woken up and told us the same exact thing. I was so excited, confused, happy. Then we had told her. She thought we were joking. But trust me we weren't. Now to this day every time I go to that house, I have a new encounter to share about that house. This whole time I had have a friend named Anna. They believed about her too. But they weren't scared of her.