This is my first post here, so please be kind! I've had many what I would describe as paranormal experiences throughout my life. My earliest memories are of my 5 or 6 year-old self late at night, snuggled in bed. I'm not sure I'd classify this as a "ghost story" but I feel like I should start sharing from the beginning.
My parents leased a working farm & acres of wheat-fields from my paternal grandparents. This was in rural Oregon, and the three of us lived in an old ranch style home quite literally in the middle of nowhere, with our closest neighbor nearly a mile away, and maybe a half mile away from the highway. It was pretty isolated.
One night, right outside of my bedroom window, I heard what sounded like a human voice saying, "No-ahhh... Noah..." as if a mother was calling her son, Noah. Being young, I didn't think much of it, and hopped out of bed to investigate. I looked out to the back yard, and saw nothing, and alas - the voice had stopped. I was just falling back to sleep when I heard the same, "Noah, Noahhh...". My parents' bedroom was just on the other side of the wall from mine, so I peeped in their room to see if the noise was coming from there... Total silence as they were sound asleep.
Though this was over thirty years ago - especially given my age at the time, but I remember that voice like it was yesterday. The Noah callings began to happen more frequently, from what I recall it seemed like weeks on end... And always after my parents had fallen asleep. It got to the point where I'd expect it & just lay there, petrified. Once I recall asking my mom who Noah was and why someone would be yelling for him at night, and she told me that deer sometimes make noises that sound like people. I'm not sure about you, but I've never heard a deer sound quite like that.
I don't recall any other strange experiences in that house, other than I had a lot of imaginary friends... Being an only child out in the sticks, I'm sure my folks shrugged it off as normal. Looking back as an adult & having my own experiences pile up, I'm certain there was something there. A few things to consider: We did not live far from the path of the Oregon Trail, and on our property was also an old two-story bunkhouse. It had long been abandon, but some furniture & drapery remained... I remember going in there a time or two with my mom & the place was just plain creepy. Our property wasn't anywhere near posh, but there was also a large in-ground swimming pool that was quite a ways away from the house & bunkhouse... Never filled, never maintained, which I still find odd to this day. I mention this as the voice calling for Noah may have been a residual haunting of sorts.
Sadly, when my grandfather passed in the late 80's, a family feud resulted in us having to relocate & essentially start a new life. My mom & dad purchased a business and we moved into a new house in town. That time being a painful memory for my parents, I hesitate to ask questions about the property, the bunkhouse... And I wonder what they would say about the Noah experiences today.