Here are the two encounters I've had with ghosts. In the first house I lived in, I was there from when I was born until I was about 8. My first experience with ghosts was on Easter morning, when I was 7. Me and my brother had both awoken early (as you do when your excited), we made our way down the stairs and onto the landing, for some reason we both became very still and heard a very very loud, deep voice of a man, say "You're dead". My brother and I both remember it vividly and agreed that the voice had not been inside our heads and that it had come from a few feet above us (the ceiling was very high). That was my first experience with ghosts. The next story I did not experience first hand, but it did occur in the same house. My younger cousin has just been born, me, my brother, mother and father had gone on holiday and my uncle said he would come round to our house every few days to feed the fish, water plants etc. My uncle brought my newly born cousin with him, he was no older than a few weeks. My uncles left my cousin in the middle of the floor in the lounge and went to check that everything in the house was OK. When he returned to my cousin, all the toys and books that we kept in a big box had been scattered everywhere all around the room. There was no way on earth that a baby could have done that, hell he couldn't even crawl yet. Thankfully I no longer live in that haunted house.