This story takes place in st. Louis Missouri, and it is very real I assure you. I am 18 now and still scared of the dark. It started with my mom. I was not aware she was into witchcraft until I was in my teens.
I remember just like it was yesterday. I was about 4-5 and I was sleeping in my room (well, trying). I was laying in bed and my mom and her boyfriend were downstairs. I felt terrified for some reason. My closet door flies open, at this point I scream, and my mom comes running up the stairs. We meet in the hallway, and she grabs me and throws me down on the ground and gets on top of me. An orange ball goes flying around the house, then goes back in my closet. Me and my mom freak out. Her boyfriend comes upstairs, and asks what happened. My mom informed him of what had just taken place. So they sit me in the living room, while they check my room. They find nothing.
The lights start to flicker, and my parents come into the living room, and we all go downstairs. They check the fuse box, and at this point it sounds like somebody is walking down the stairs. I look and nobody is there.
So we go and sit down on the couch in the basement, and my mom's boyfriend decides to say, "If there are any ghosts in this house, do something!" At that very moment the cassette tape holder above the couch flew off the wall. We were freaking out at this point.
A lot of other terrifying things occurred in that house, but that is the sole reason I believe in the things that I do. And still to this day, cannot sleep with the lights off.
Again, I assure you, that this is true. Don't mess with things that you have no control over. It's fun and games until you live that.