I just want to share my experience with the paranormal, and maybe get some help with a problem. Thanks in advance.
Well, my grandpa owns this old insane asylum in California, and in April, 2005, I use to go there as a kid to help him fix leaky roofs, broken windowpanes, etc. I was about 13 years old. I had never had any problems, besides hearing odd creaks and thumps that sounded like footsteps, but I never thought anything of it. But the day my grandpa decided to tear it down, weird things started happening.
It started when me and my friend Jono had just finished sweeping and cleaning a room when we walked down the hall, and to the stairs to leave. But right as we get to the top of the stairs, Jono stopped. I looked up at him and asked him what was wrong. He said nothing but pointed up into the corner of the ceiling. I followed his finger and saw what appeared to be a man, clinging to the ceiling. He was staring very fiercely at us, and started screaming in a different language. He seemed to be transparent. Me and Jono were so scared we ran down the hall and locked ourselves in the room we had cleaned only moments before. The doorknob kept jiggling, and the light kept flickering on and off. I had never been so scared in my life. Eventually my grandpa found us and drove us home, but we never did forget that man we saw.
After hearing what me and my friend saw, my grandpa decided not to tear it down, but to sell it. I've been back there a few times, but I haven't heard anything or seen anything out of the usual. I would like to help the man I saw.