I have always had an interest in the paranormal, as a child, I found reading ghost stories was more fun than playing with Barbie's. I am 26 now, but at the time of meeting my friend's ghost, I was just 16.
My best friend Michael had always claimed his house was haunted, but like a good 'ghost tracker' (which is what I thought of myself at the time) I always remained somewhat skeptical. Every year, his parents made a big snowmobiling trip, going to Wisconsin 2 or 3 times through the winter, and this would be the first time he and his sister would not have a babysitter. (They were a little more than paranoid about teens in the house unsupervised). So like all responsible teenagers, Michael and Casey (his sis) made sure to break as many rules as possible in the shortest possible time frame, so they invited me over to hang out. (Their parents didn't like me much at the time, but that has changed)
So with free reign on the house, we made a mess cooking food, watching movies, and cranking the music. Casey and I had decided that music was more fun (dancing and what-not) than movies, so we went through our cumulative collections to finally decide on Marilyn Manson's Smells Like Children CD. Any Manson fans know, the CD starts with the song, The Hands of Small Children, which is about as creepy as it gets.
So there we are getting the CD set up, with Michael bouncing around the room, and the darn thing just won't play. After like 6 other CD's played fine, just this one won't work. Frustrated, I asked Michael to go grab my soda from the kitchen. At the time, I had 2 cans on the table, one 3/4 filled with soda, and one with a couple of drops in it that I was using for an ashtray (one of the reasons his parents weren't too fond of me).
So Casey and I continue to struggle with the CD player, trying not to break anything, when we both hear noises coming from the kitchen. I am used to Michael's random outbursts (one of the reasons we've been friends for 15 years), so I just ignore him. Then all at once, the CD comes on blaring, Casey and I both jump up in surprise, and Michael's whimpers got louder.
We both popped our heads around the corner of the kitchen to see Michael standing still, whimpering, with his arm out, pointing at the table. Casey and I looked at each other, and stepped further in the kitchen. "What?" I asked. He just kept whimpering. "WHAT?!?" we both shouted. Michael slowly looked at me with the biggest; most frightened eyes I had ever seen and just keeps whimpering and pointing. So apparently I was missing something.
I finally get a grip on what he is pointing at, the cans on the table. One of which is moving. By itself. As we watched the more filled can of soda, slowly moved around the other can and started moving to the edge of the table, picking up speed as it went. As it got to the end of the table, Michael (in a state of shock) picked it up and put it back, next to the other can (the ashtray). It kept moving. Making a beeline for the edge of the table. Again.
At this point we are laughing and crying in hysterics, not sure what to do or say. I remember having Casey by the pony tail, ready to pull her out in the 3 feet of snow if things got worse. They didn't that night, but I think that was the start of a 9 month period of crazy paranormal experiences in his house.
In the time that has passed I have seen white and black shadows in his home, one of which is the elderly woman that owned the house before them (she died in the bathtub). I have seen and heard dogs and cats that they do not own, and have seen a cat sitting in their window. I have heard footsteps and banging. And there is whispering that you can follow down the basement stairs to the laundry room. Their computer turns it self on when you approach it (convenient!), but the TV will change channels on you in a 6-6-6-9-6-6-6-9 pattern (scary). One of the oddest things to date is the appearance of purple and yellow orbs in the laundry room. From all my research, orbs visible to the naked eye are rare. I have seen pillows jump from the couch to the floor, and the rocking chair in the living room likes to rock when someone sits in the room alone.
Michael doesn't live with his parents anymore, but we do visit and the ghosts always let us know that they are still around.