I'm sure all of us have had "ghostly encounters", we all think that lamp on the desk is a "shadow person" or whatever. But let me tell you about a legitimate experience with a spirit from "the other side".
I was about 10 years old at the time, I was at my grandparents' house. My grandparents live in Crawfordsville, Indiana, only a few miles from the notorious rotating jail. It is a gory prospect, from hangings, limbs lost in the rotating bars, and even decapitation from the nefarious rotating device.
It goes like this, there are two sets of bars, one inside, and one outside. The inner bars stay put, and the outer ones rotate. The bars that rotate are kind of like the doors to the cells. When they get to the right spot in rotation, one of the cells open. People have stuck heads and limbs through the two sets of bars while they were rotating. See where I'm getting here?
Back at my grandparent's house, I was watching some TV when I heard a little bit of scuffling. At first I just thought it was grandpa shuffling down the hallway in his house slippers. So I said, "Hi grandpa!" loud enough from the TV so he could hear me, but there was no reply. So I called again, "Hi grandpa!" but again, no response. I got off the bed and peeped into the hallway. "Hello?" I called out. I saw the bathroom door shutting when I poked my head out, and so I just thought he didn't answer because he was in the bathroom.
So I went back to watching some TV when I realized he always used the bathroom in the master bedroom, which I was in, watching TV... I then heard my grandpa say, "Time to brush your teeth!" from the living room, which I hadn't seen, or heard, in that matter, the bathroom door open. I waited for him to get up and go into the bathroom to brush his teeth, for obvious reasons (He uses the bathroom in the hallway to brush his teeth). He got up and went to the hallway bathroom, and came out with all the toothbrushes in his hands, face as white as a sheet, saying in a shaky voice, "Let's brush in the bathroom in our room tonight."
I brushed my teeth and went into the living room. I usually sleep in my dad's old room, but my sister said it was "her turn", even though she had slept in it last time. I lay there under the old afghan blanket my grandma had knitted, when I hear some more scuffling. My grandparents are asleep, of course (as all of the ghost stories go), and I cover my head. But since the afghan has holes in it, I can see everything out of it clearly. I see a white figure by the windows, I know it wasn't just curtains, because the curtains are a dark shade of green. I try to scream, but nothing comes out. The pale cloud of white particles seems to turn toward me, when I bolt out of bed to my grandparents' room. I wake them up of course, and I tell them what happened. My grandma comes out and looks for the "ghost", but there's nothing. My grandpa puts his fingers up to his lips, in a way that says, "Don't tell". I nod in a worried manner and head back to sleep, only on the floor in my dad's old room with my sister.
To this day, I haven't told anyone about my frightening encounter, and I'm still afraid to sleep in the fold-out couch in my grandparent's living room.