My families have had bad ghost experiences over the years. My mother and aunt lifted their friend off the ground with the "Light as a feather, Stiff as a board" technique, my great aunt wore a nightgown of a family member and was haunted for it, and others. But the one I am going to tell you is so scary, it's famous. Are you ready for the ultimate scare?
My grandma and her family (sister, mom, dad) moved into a house that was said to be haunted. Well, my grandma's dad didn't believe in ghosts, and bought the house anyways. The first few nights were totally normal. But it was about a week before people started to make themselves known.
While playing in the living room one evening, my grandmother and sister were patiently waiting for dinner, not paying any attention. When I believe the front door opened, and they heard heavy, loud footsteps. No one was there. Through the living room, in and out of the kitchen, and out the door again.
Everyone freaked, but moved on. The next happening was another night. They heard heavy feet coming up the cellar stairs, thinking it was my great grandfather. The door opened, and no one was there! So they began to worry, but the only person not skeptical was my great grandpa. So one night, they heard a man moaning and walking the halls. This went on for 2 nights, when finally my great grandpa exclaimed, "If you're comin' with me, you better get your clothes on!" and they all left. No one ever stayed in the house again, but you can still see the basement where the man was buried.
Here's the story of the house: A man, woman and their daughter all lived in a house. The man would get drunk and come home and abuse his wife. The daughter got tired of it one day. So while the man was eating breakfast, the daughter hacked him in the back of his head with an axe. He fell out of his chair, though still alive! He tried to grab her, but she hacked him dead. She put him in the closet, then the basement. Years later she confessed but was not jailed.
Now, obviously the house is haunted. But one time my grandma took me to see it. We went down, and where his workbench was, a little padlock moved! I ran up the hill and jumped in the car as fast as I could, and we left. But come this Halloween, I vow to visit it once again.