This is the first ever encounter of a ghost that someone besides myself witnessed in our 1860's stone house.
As any old farmhouse, the upstairs has one way up and one way down. In order to get to my sister's room, one must walk up the stairs through the upstairs living room, through my room, and then you'll be facing her doorway. Her light switch is in my room as well, next to my closet. Ceilings are arched with the roof and my floor has a second level underneath it due to the rafters that were once opened to the downstairs rooms, so it makes every footstep more prominent and if wanted, someone could easily crawl below underneath the floor.
My sister and I have always tried telling our parents that our house is haunted, no one would believe us. All of us would be sitting in the living room together and blatantly hear this horrendous noise, as if someone drug a dresser across the floor upstairs (my room) and they would still smile and tease us about "the ghost".
At the time we had 1 cat and 1 dog inside the house. They too would wake up unannounced from a nap and stare into the dining room. One time my sister and I were home alone when our dog Sassy woke up from a nap to snarling and hair standing up on her back staring in to the dining room. Of course, my sister and I were freaked out by this, but when we had enough courage to turn the light on in the room nothing was there.
And because of this one particular night, I cannot sit through any of the Paranormal movies. Don't get me wrong, I know they are fake and not a true paranormal documentary but the noises in that movie and the things that occurred hits too close to home... So here it is.
(Have you ever experienced a sleep so deep that when you wake up you had to sit and think about what was going on? Such as, night or morning, where are you, etc. This night I experienced just that.)
It was a school night and since I was the youngest my bed time was 9pm. My sister always sat up in her room until about 11pm with her door closed, but I could always see the light shining through the bottom of the door... Kind of acted as a night light for me.
On this night, she was already in bed and her door was opened. I dozed off... And I woke up frantically to someone running through my room and a door being slammed shut. I just figured my sister was pissed off at my mom about something, stomped through, and slammed her door... But, I was wrong.
All of a sudden my sister started screaming bloody murder, yelling at me to turn her light on and open her door. Myself, being hard headed, yelled back at her saying, "NO you did it, now you get up!" She persisted with screaming and yelling at me to open the door. I finally got up, turned the light on and swung the door open as if "are you kidding me" look.
To my surprise she was up against her headboard as humanly as possible, with covers up to her chest, and the whitest complexion I have ever seen. I asked her what had happened and she states, "When the door slammed shut I woke up to a black figure slowly walking across the room to the foot of my bed. And when you flipped the light on, nothing was there... Whatever it was disappeared."
She then gathered all her pillows, covers, and clothes for the next day and started walking towards the stairs. I asked her what she was doing and she replied, "No way am I staying up here after that, good luck." With that, I too followed in her footsteps.