My experience of paranormal activity happened in 2009 when I was flatting as a second year university student in Palmerston North. Now I am not even sure if it's paranormal but there sure is heck no other explanation me or my flat mates or partner could find.
Now enter my story... I was 20 at the time and flatting in a house that was built in roughly in the 1960's. I hated living in Palmerston North and hated being away from my boyfriend of 4 years, I spent much of my time there dreaming about going home. I actually never spent much time in the house as I would always go home when I didn't have class so I think I averaged 3-4 nights a week in the house. The house was nice, it felt cosy and had no weird or uncomfortable presence about it. However, one night I was studying in my room, and of course I happened to home alone at the time. I was standing next to my desk writing my holiday dates on my wall planner, when suddenly the light was all rocking and swaying. It's hard to explain but looking at my wall, I first saw the horizontal shadow line of the light swaying from side to side (You know the shadow that some light fittings leave on the wall). In horror, I turned around to see what the hell was going on & there was the light fitting full noise swinging rather violently from side to side. (The light fitting was one of those cheap ugly white lamp shades hanging from a wire that was maybe half a meter or less in length). Now at first it wasn't panic that hit me, it was more curiosity. I stopped the light with my hand and decided to whack it myself to see how hard I had to hit it to get it to move as much as it had been. It was a big force, like full on whack. At this point I freaked out because the windows were shut and it wasn't windy (besides wind wouldn't have swung it that much), there was no earthquake and no other noise. I freaked and walked out of the room to discover nobody was home. I rung my partner & told him what happened. He is an electrician so knows lights and he was trying to calm me down and come up with explanations for it. I hung up happyish and carried on.
A few months down the track another strange occurrence happened with the light fitting again. Once again I was sitting at my desk studying but this time the light was shuddering as if somebody was shaking it rather than swinging it. This was rather noisy in comparison to the swinging in the previous episode. I stopped it and like the time before and I tried to reenact it but this time I actually couldn't get it to shudder like it was. This time the wee kitten of flat mates was sleeping about 2 m away on my bed & she was beside her self freaked out by the light.
I also had instances where I was just about nodding off to sleep at night and I could see dull very small lights bouncing around on my ceiling. They seemed to follow a similar pattern and would trace the edge of the ceiling. I could never figure out what they were.
In the months after these episodes I would often talk to my partner about it & he honestly said he couldn't think of any explanation for it and he has knowledge of lights and electricity being a electrician. He said nothing along those lines would cause that to happen. He remembers the night I called and he was trying to make things up so I would calm down. A year or so after this I was talking a to work mate who had lived down that same street and he recalled the old villa flat that had burnt down in the street. The villa happened to be right next to the house I lived in. I actually knew that the previous house had been burnt down and that's why there were brand new flats on the section next door. However, I had never thought it about that closely before. My workmate knew the guy that died in the fire of that old villa, as did many because he was a well known student. I often wonder now whether the experiences I had were related to a presence in the house or from the poor deceased young man in the burnt down villa that used to be next door.
Who knows, but to this day I often think of the events that I experienced and still can never think of any other explanation. What continues to surprise me is that experiencing something like this didn't freak me out as much I had assumed it would have. It made me curious and open minded to this kind of thing. I still never felt that the house or my room felt freaky or uncomfortable, more the opposite, it was more quiet and calm. I often think the things that happened were done to be cheeky to me. I often refer to this event as my cheeky ghost.