Up until a couple years ago, I'd never had any sort of "experience" and I've not had any since then, but I am quite intrigued and would like to hear what other people think about this situation. About two years ago my boyfriend moved into a townhouse (off Olive Rd, for those of you who live in STL) with three other guys who were in STL for school. There was nothing initially creepy about the place whatsoever.
The first "incident" I can remember, however, is when I would bring my dog Hobbs over to the townhouse. For some reason, he was absolutely beyond terrified of the kitchen. I mean, he would literally stand at the edge of the kitchen where the carpet meets the tile and just bark, growl, and raise his hackles, at absolutely nothing. It got so bad I had to move his food and water bowl into the dining room because he would refuse to go in the kitchen (this is totally not like him at all). Even then, I didn't really think so much of it, just my dog being a weirdo.
The next thing I recall is one night I was in the living room with my boyfriend Corey, my friend Kelley, and one of the roommates Jason (the two other roommates, Ian and Matt, were gone). We were in the living room with all the lights turned off watching the Devil Wears Prada when we heard what sounded like a glass being thrown against a wall. We got up to investigate, first in the kitchen, found nothing, then we went downstairs.
Before I go on, let me give a quick layout of the basement: It's a very short hallway with a bedroom on the left, a bathroom on the right and a laundry room at the end. In the laundry room, we had a beer pong table (we're in college) that I would say is approximately 10 feet from the actual hallway itself. The hallway is padded with thick carpet and there was a single light with a thick glass light fixture over it. We walk downstairs and turn on the light and the light fixture is literally BURST. I'm not talking about the light fixture falling from the ceiling, because in the event that DID happen, it would have maybe broken into 3 or 4 large pieces at best. The fall wasn't that far, and as I said before the carpet is thick and so is the light fixture.
There were hundreds and hundreds of tiny, tiny shreds of glass everywhere. There were even some on the beer pong table, that's how violently it had burst. We were completely freaked out, even my boyfriend who to this day, after living in this townhouse, does not believe in ghosts. We even took pictures of it because it was just really unbelievable. I began to understand why Matt (who slept in the basement) would always be on the couch in the morning (he said he hated the basement because it freaked him out, even though nothing specific had happened).
The second incident was when we were all watching football one night and Ian had a plate of hot wings in his hands. (I watched this with my own eyes). He had both hands on the plate and sat down on the couch and a picture frame from the side table literally flew over and landed face down in the plate. He immediately jumped up and asked if anyone had seen what just happened. I DID!
The last thing, and the freakiest thing to me, which I know a lot of people are going to have a really hard time believing, is the text message my boyfriend got late one night. This was a couple weeks before he was going to move out and it was about 3am and we were sleeping. He gets a text message and gets up to read it and when I asked him who it was he just kind of looked at me and handed me his phone. It was from his friend Vinny (who had been over to the townhouse only one time to pick up a LoveSac (bean bag chair) and NEVER had any of us mentioned our "ghost" to him. Well, all the text message said was "ghost". Before this, I had never really been "scared" per say, more like intrigued, but I was absolutely petrified. I made him call back Vinny, who didn't answer.
The next night we were at a party and Vinny was there with his girlfriend Karli. We asked him about the text message and he said he had no idea what were talking about. Karli said they had gone to bed at around 11 that night after watching a movie. Vinny even gave us his phone to look at his sent text messages. I KNOW this sounds like it's not possible, but I swear everything I've just said is the 100% complete truth.
I would really, really like to know what people think about this text message... Vinny is definitely not the type to do something stupid like that, even if he HAD known about our "ghost".