I wouldn't want to disclose my name, take no offense please.
I have had many ghostly encounters since my family moved to our new house. I would be writing about those soon. But it (ghostly experiences) had not bothered me until some weeks ago, because I thought it was only my imagination. Well, I haven't been in good terms with the almighty, but I didn't believe in ghosts/spirits either.
This happened to me two weeks ago. I study in a boarding school. There are four boys hostel. The one I am currently appointed to has only one room upstairs. There are four of us.
One weekend night, I was all alone in our room, the last time someone entered was 8:50 pm. After sometime, I wanted to know what time is was, so I went to my friends cupboard (he had an alarm clock). It was in the far end corner. I closed his cupboard after I checked the time. 9:20 pm. And then I was done with my psycho project at about 9:40 pm. Now, as soon as I finished my project, the power went off (I know, cliche) and I felt very strange as if someone was watching me. And so I laid down on my bed. Even then, I felt someone's presence beside my bed, watching over me. Not long after, the power came back on and I felt relieved. I went to the washroom to wash my face. Then when I came out. The cupboard which I closed by myself sometime back (9:20), it opened itself. I mean, I saw it opening.
Now, I wouldn't be writing this if it had only been me. But my friend who uses that cupboard had the same experience two days ago. Him and myself bunked a school program and stayed back. He went to the restroom so I was really getting bored myself. So I told him that I would be going downstairs to see if any authority is around. After sometime, he came downstairs and when he saw me, or rather when I saw him, he hurried past me with bloodshot eyes. I found him in the ornamental garden. I thought he was dead, but fortunately, he was just unconscious. Later when I asked him what had happened, he said that when he was in the washroom (me downstairs), he could hear the sound of cupboards opening and closing and also the noise when someone rolls over in an old rusty bed. After he was done and out he came, the cupboard next to his closed on its own. He claims to not remember anything after that moment until I found him in the ornamental garden.
We chose not to disclose any information to the authorities.
If I could get a heads up on what's going on, I'd be glad.