This is true. My brother and I are being followed by a ghost each. At Long Island (our summer house), my brother was climbing a ladder to his bunk bed. The ladder fell back... And I felt a gush of wind and the dresser he was going to hit (it also would have paralyzed him) suddenly shot back, and I saw into the blue eyes of an 8 year old boy. I saw him for 3 seconds then he left.
At my real home, I got into a fight with this kid at school, he pulled a knife out, and then, out of no where, a dead bird fell on his head. I ran home and sat on the couch, then heard the radio that was unplugged repeat the same line from the stalker song by the Police... It kept repeating "I'll be watching you".
Another day, I was on the toilet, and I saw the curtains rustle, and inside, there was a man in my tub, looking at me saying "I'll protect you". The curtains closed, then opened again, and then he was gone. I haven't been hurt yet, but the little boy keeps scaring me, grabbing my feet from under my bed, making my dolls walk to me. The old man will whack him with his cane, but I don't know.