When I was 8 years old I lived in a apartment complex with my mother and two sisters. One night we were in bed and my step dad had to get up for work in the morning. When he got up he couldn't find his watch and said to my mom that one of my sisters or I took the watch. So Mom told him to go look in the closet, he did there was his watch in the middle of the down stairs closet floor. Mom told my step dad that we had ghost and he didn't believe her until that day. After everything was said and done they split up and went their separate ways.
Mom got a new boyfriend and one night they were sitting on the couch watching a movie when the closet door opened and he was tapped on the shoulder. Needless to say he thought it was Mom playing games with him until she held her hands in front of her and it happened again. The man in the closet didn't scare us he just didn't like Mom's company like her ex-husband and her boyfriend. The ghost use to turn the lights off and on all the time also when Mom was in the bathroom.
We, meaning my sisters and I, would always play in the closet and hide in there from my step dad. He was always mean it didn't matter what it was he would yell at us. So needless to say the closet was our safe place in the house from him when he was having a bad day. Which seemed to be all time regardless of what it was. One day he was on a rampage and we was upstairs he was coming up the steps and got knocked back wards down the steps.
I will post more stories later about different expriences.