About 5 or 6 years ago, my fiancé (now husband) and I moved into this teeny tiny little apartment in a town called Sharpsburg, which is a part of the Pittsburgh area. We had only been living there for about a week when we had our first experience. When I arrived home from work one day, I noticed that the pictures that I had placed on top of our entertainment stand were all lying face down. I asked my fiancé why he would do such a thing and he said that he did not do it and had not noticed the pictures until I mentioned something. He is normally a prankster, so I just assumed that he was messing with me. I put the pictures back in their place and thought nothing of it. Mind you, there were also little trinkets in this same area as the pictures and they were un-touched, so that was even more reassuring that a prank was being pulled on me.
That same night, around 6:00, we were going to his mother's house to do our laundry (being that we had no washer/dryer). We were at her house until about 10pm, and on the way home, I said something like "wouldn't it be so scary if those pictures were face down again?" I was the first to walk in the apartment and the entertainment stand was directly in view as soon as you walk in. Yes, the pictures were all face down again. I ran out of there crying and shaking before he could even get in the house. He was in total disbelief until he walked over to where the pictures were and saw them. Nothing around these pictures, like the candles and other little trinkets were touched. The wind could not have done this. A vibration could not have done this... Only a person could have. Our apartment was double locked while we were gone and it was on the second floor, so nobody could have broken in.
Needless to say, it was an extremely creepy experience. Although I've had many experiences with the supernatural, this was the most straight-forward attempt from a ghost that I had ever seen. The pictures remained untouched after this experience. I told the "ghost" that he or she needs to leave my stuff alone and that they no longer live here. But the ghost liked to mess with my food too. I would constantly find food that was in the cupboards thrown into the middle of the kitchen floor. Again, I had to tell this person to leave my food alone! It was almost comical at this point. It seemed that all I had to do was tell them to leave my stuff alone and they would, but would also continue to test me to see what they could and could not have.
To this day, my husband claims that he does not believe in ghosts. But, I think he does. We now live in his deceased grandmother's home and he sometimes tells me that he sees and hears things.
More stories to follow about where we live now. I just discovered this site and want to start from the beginning with my experiences!