This is about my mom when she was around the age of about eight or so. She lived up in New York in Rockland County in a very old house at the time. If you were to ask any of her family members they'd all tell you that it was definitely haunted with more than one ghost. There were three or four of them she said, since it was years ago she can't remember the exact amount. Sadly not all of them were friendly.
During any time of the day whether it is during the morning, evening or night, she was afraid to go down into the basement. Sure some basements are scary but this was different. She learned to iron clothes at a very young age and she would iron the clothes down in the basement. One day when she went down there to iron and she heard two men talking. She couldn't hear exactly what they where saying since they were whispering but she could tell it was two men.
All of a sudden it felt cold and she knew then that these men were ghosts. It doesn't get cold during the summer even if you're under ground. She freaked and ran up stairs. When she got up stairs the door slammed shut behind her without her even touching it. After that she never went down to the basement again. That night she went up stairs to change into her pajamas, she was home alone once again since every one went out. Suddenly she heard chairs moving across the floor in the kitchen.
She got curious and went down stairs to see if someone had come home early. When she walked into the kitchen everything was the same as at had been besides one of the chairs. It had been at the table but some how it had ended up five feet away from it. She didn't pay any mind to it and thought it was just her imagination so she moved it back to the table and went back up stairs. Once she arrived in her room she heard it again and figured that it definitely wasn't her imagination this time.
She went down to the kitchen again and found the same chair away from the table by five feet again. She automatically thought back to the voices she heard down in the basement and freaked out again. She ran up stairs to her bedroom and like any eight year she hid under her blanket thinking it would go away after awhile. She fell asleep while waiting for someone to come home that's how her mom found her. Her mother had been scared since she was gasping for air in her sleep from lack of oxygen.
This is all my mother could remember from that experience but she's had many more some not very pleasant since not all the ghost were very friendly and found out a few years later there was a demon after her. But that's another story for another time.