I have had many experiences with ghosts over the years. This story is about a house I rented with a childhood friend. (I'll call him Fred). The house was an older home styled like a ship builder's house. The kitchen was like a ship's galley.
The first week we lived there we set up our mattresses in the living room so we could paint the bedrooms. At night we would stay up watching movies until the wee hours of the morning. We would hear dishes rattling in the kitchen even though no one was in there. This kind of freaked us out when we realized it only happened at 1:15am.
One night I was standing in front of the sink (it had a window over it) facing Fred.He freaked out and said "Did you just see that?"
There is a porch on the other side of the kitchen with windows as well and he saw the reflection of someone walking across the porch. I was looking right towards it and didn't see a thing! Also the porch was filled with trash from the former tenant so no one could have been out there.
We would come home from work and the cellar light would be on for no reason. When you went down to turn it off you would get that cold, hair raising feeling something bad was down there. If you were home alone, you would feel like someone was watching you.
One night Fred and his girlfriend were in their room and I was in mine. I could hear them talking as there was an old vent shaft that went down to the basement for heat between the two rooms. We kept the vents shut as it was summer, but you could still hear muted sounds. Fred and his girlfriend all of a sudden burst into my room scared silly asking me if I had just heard the scream. I said," Come on guys, I heard you talking but didn't hear any scream..."
Fred assured me they had heard it and I could tell by the look on his face that he was telling me the truth. (We have been friends since grade school and I can tell when he is fibbing to me!)
The next day was the last day in the house for me. I had gotten up to go to work, and was standing in the kitchen waiting for the coffee. I was a little upset with Fred because he had done the dishes but left the pots and pans stacked up on the stove. All of a sudden I got really cold and out of the corner of my eye I saw something flying in the air. Then BANG! I looked at the stove and the butcher's knife had come out of the knife block and flown across the room and landed on the stove with its blade up!
I stayed at friends apartment until I could find a new place and only went back to get my things when I had people with me!