My house is built on a hill in the woods. It's only 23 years old so I know the house it's self is not haunted. But in the back of my woods were a once Native American tribe settled. Now it's not a burial ground or anything like that, but they just settled there. I know this because my history teacher did a lot of researching to find it out.
It all started when I moved here with my grandparents. At the bottom of my hill there was some really weird pottery. You could tell it was really old. Then after a couple years we had a huge storm come through and cause heavy rain and some mud slides. It buried the pottery. Prior to this moment I never have seen this ghost. But after it I started seeing a Native American looking a woman who was just walking around down there. I see her every morning as I'm walking down to the bottom of my hill for the bus. Now she was never hostile in all the times I've seen her. Actually when you walk by here you get a very welcoming feeling.
I've done many ghost hunts by the way but will talk about those in other stories. But during these ghost hunts I always see her. During one particular I was hunting with a skeptic. And she refused to come out and walk around like she normally does.
My friend made the mistake of calling her out using vulgar words. After awhile he just said "show yourself b***h" and in a blink of an eye a door stopper flew out from in front of my house and missed his face by an inch or two. I wanted to make sure it didn't just like fall off my parigo so I climbed up there and dropped it and it didn't make the same noise when it hit the ground before. So I went in front of my house and threw it. It made the same noise and landed in the exact same place as it did when he almost got hit. The thing is my grandparents were sleeping and my brother was still at work. So that kind of startled us so we went ghost hunting in my woods.
We were under a big tree and my friend was just kind of asking me about the lay out of my woods and he was looking another way and when I turned to look at what he was looking at, I saw a man hanging there by his neck. Now I've seen him before but never this close I mean he was high up and I could only see his legs a first and then I looked up and really couldn't make out his face.
This all happened in a matter of seconds. It takes a lot to make me jump but I did. I jumped and yelled some uhhh words. But my friend turned and he disappeared. Now when I see this ghost I always get this feeling pure like hatred. This is practically because I'm part psychic. Due to my family heritage leading back to gypsies. I always get this feeling. It's really weird.
Recently I went ghost hunting with my ex-girlfriend and my brother and his girl friend. We were taking pictures of the tree and we only caught a man in a robe far off in the distance. But the day after I went out alone and the tree that he hung from was completely ripped off the tree. I mean I didn't see it happen but I looks like King Kong needed a tooth pick and pulled it off the tree.