I was living in Georgia before I moved to Tennessee and one night I was up late on the computer. I was about 11.
I suddenly got really tired and decided I should get to bed soon. I shut down the computer and walked to my room. Ok, I have a habit of having to close my door and turning off all lights before I get to bed, so I did.
I got to sleep and when I woke up in the morning and my light was on and the door was wide open. I was flipping out! I ran upstairs to the kitchen and asked my mom, dad, sister, and I knew my baby brother probably didn't do since he wasn't even a year old. I don't know if it was my dad playing a stupid prank, or a very troublesome ghost!
The next night I was asleep in the same room when I woke up to footsteps at about 2 in the morning. I walked upstairs and the whole living room was torn apart! There were pillows thrown everywhere, the couches were on their sides, and worst of all the TV was laying on the ground scattered in a million tiny pieces!
I just ran back downstairs scared outta my wits! My mom, dad, sister, and brother's rooms were all the way upstairs. I decided I wasn't going back down there again, so I waited till' morning.
I woke up and slowly crawled up the stairs to find that the living room was fine! I didn't tell anyone, but to this day I can never forget that night.