When I was 15 my father and I moved into a new apartment in Jonestown, PA. The apartment was above his restaurant, and the building had quite a history. In the early 1900s, a little boy accidentally started a fire there, and he was killed.
The first strange thing that happened there was one night around 2am I was laying in my bed and got this really strong feeling that someone was staring at me. This creeped me out enough that I went into the living room to sleep on the couch. About 5 minutes after moving onto the couch there was a really loud noise coming from the kitchen, and all of the dishes came flying out of the cabinet, and all of the drawers were wide open.
The next thing that happened was when I was home alone in the shower. We had one of those lights that came on when it sensed movement. I was in the shower, and the light went off since there was no movement outside of the shower. About 30 seconds later the light came back on and the door opened and shut. I got out of the shower to check if anyone came home, but I was still home alone.
The creepiest thing that has ever happened to me happens next. I was singing the song "Love Song" by Sarah Berellis. As soon as I start singing the chorus of the song, the radio in my room turned itself on, and it was playing the exact same part of the song that I was singing. I have never been so freaked out in my life. It took me a few seconds to process what had happened and I couldn't believe it!
Ironically, 6 months later while we were fast asleep, the building caught fire. We were evacuated and had to move.