I have always experienced acts of the paranormal since I was a young boy. It started when my grandfather committed suicide when I was young. My mother always claimed to be to able read people and sense ghosts, but I never bought into it to much. She was usually right when reading people and my friends found it weird but more of a party game.
Now that you have an idea of my background I'll get to one of my experiences. I used to do land survey for a large oil company, and it required me to live on the road. I was married at the time but my wife usually didn't come with me on longer jobs. The job took place in Duluth, Minnesota and I was lucky to find a house for rent on an Indian reservation. My work partner didn't like the idea of being on a reservation, but since my grandmother was Sioux it didn't bother me.
The house was small but seemed cozy. It was out of town and quite. The owner was a young woman who lived with her mother close by.
We lived in the house for a few months without any incidents. My work partner and I didn't do much but work, 12 hour days/7 days a week. We would drink after work and smoke pot and stay to ourselves.
Eventually I began to feel like I was being watched in the house. My buddy found a girl he liked and I wound up staying by myself most nights. It didn't bother me because I prefer my privacy.
One night I got drunk and played video games then went to bed. I always lock my bedroom door because I sleep naked. I drifted off and was woken up by someone knocking on my bedroom door. I heard the doorknob jiggling also. I crawled out of bed and told him to let me put shorts on. I thought maybe it was my roommate or the owner. I opened the door and no one was there. I checked my phone and had no messages. I thought maybe someone broke in the house and hid when I spoke. I grabbed my hand gun (I was an army ranger for 7 years) and cleared the house. I found no one. I checked the wood line around the house. But came up empty.
Thinking I was dreaming the whole thing, I went back to bed. I mentioned it to the owner and she seemed more worried than me. She had a medicine man come to bless the house. He burnt sage and said native prayers. We got to my roommate's room and the door wouldn't open. He said a prayer and then it opened. I was confused but not scared. As he and I stood in the room, I heard growling. But it soon faded.
I stayed in the house for a few more weeks but soon moved. I got a call from the owner a month later saying she saw a man standing in my roommate's old room. I asked why she would call and tell me that. She said because it looked like the picture of the man I brought there and hung in the living room. The only picture I hung up was of my brother who died in a car accident the day I got home from Iraq.
I don't know if he has been following me since he passed and stayed there because he liked it, or if she was mistaken. Anyways, I have many stories and hope you enjoyed it.