I'll straight up say that I've never really been face to face with my ghosts, but I have heard and seen them and felt their presences. My house is about a generation old, I'm not to sure, but from the information I've gathered from the home-made Ouija board me and my friends made, I think a girl was murdered in this house a few years after it was built. She said her parents had had the house built in the late 1800s. I haven't really asked her, but I figured that the other ghost had killed her when he and she were alive. I also figured that he was hung for murdering her.
Now that I've given the brief description of my house's ghosts history, I can now tell you about my experiences with them. The first encounter was when I was walking by my loft's staircase. I've always felt a strange presence when I walk by the stairs, and one time when I was walking past the stairs, I looked up in reflex, like when you look at someone who walks into a room. To my surprise, at the top of the stairs was the figure of a person, no a person entirely, but a flowing outline that drifted in the corner of my vision, like when you stair at a bright light too long and I you see a the shape of the light stuck in your vision. From that time on, I knew my house was haunted.
The second encounter I had was almost a year later, of course between that time I had heard strange noises, like footsteps, in the basement, but other than that, there was really nothing significant. It was right about this time I started using the ouija board in my friends house, despite the warnings my friend and I were given by another friend. I was laying in my bed and slowly drifting asleep, slowly... slowly. I was almost completely asleep when suddenly I heard a shrill scream, coming from inside my ear! I knew no one else heard it, because of the stillness in the house. At the time, I was too tired to really consider it and went to sleep, when I woke up the next morning I realized what had happened. The voice was a girl's voice and it confused the heck out of me (I hadn't yet used the ouija board in my house yet).
Then, the very next night, I was actually asleep. I have no clue what I was dreaming of, or what time I woke up at, or even why I woke up. But for some reason I woke up and found this person, not a figure or a haze, a person floating across my bedroom. It was only for a split second, but that was long enough to take in a few details. It was a girl, I'm sure of it. She had light hair, maybe blonde, that reached down to her waist. She was facing away from me and seemed to be heading toward the door, maybe leaving. I didn't see any feet, but I saw the bottom of the dress she wore seemed to fade away. The sight was so amazing, I wasn't scared at all, I was more excited then really freaked out, even though I was. It took me forever to fall asleep after that, but eventually I did.
Finally, my last encounter with the ghost girl was last week when I was sick. I was sitting in the bathroom on the toilet. My mom was at work, the same with my step-dad. My sister was at school. After a while I heard the fridge turn on, but that wasn't it. I also heard the faint, yet high pitch, humming noises of a muffled voice. It was singing a tune I had never heard before, but it was so familiar. I was coming from my basement, my sister's room. I figured it was the girl from the other night and the screamer.
Then later that day, while I was sitting on the couch watching a movie, I heard a loud boom. Jumping a turned around to see what had happened, I thought it was the cat's knocking something off the table or something (not the cleanest house in the universe) so I went to go investigate. After taking a few steps I heard another boom. It was coming from the basement. It was so freaked out I was too afraid to go and investigate, so I just went back to the couch and sunk into my seat, hoping what ever it was wouldn't notice me. I knew it was any of the cats because one was sleeping on my lap, the other was sleeping on the other couch and the last was outside.
So that is all I have of my house's haunting. Sometimes I wish it were more, and something I wish it weren't at all, but still it's there and there's not use trying to deny it.