In line with the Halloween events going on right now, has anyone ever encountered a ghost? Wanna share the story? Do you believe in ghosts at all? So on that note, here's mine. I'm putting it in a spoiler tab because it's really long. Spoiler: Spooky true ghost story Back in a previous apartment where I probably spent the majority of my life, I had always had this feeling that something was watching over the building and didn't like people messing with it. So this all started when my sister, whose room was in the attic of the apartment, had accidentally kicked a hole in a wall when she had been laying in bed with her foot against the wall. One night shortly after that, I was asleep in my room when I woke up feeling more exhausted than I ever had before. I could move, so I knew it wasn't sleep paralysis and I've never had sleep paralysis before so it would be strange if it only happened the one time. I was woken up by what sounded like someone talking to me. Right away I noticed how tired I was and I was almost overwhelmed by this horrible feeling of fear. I looked down at the foot of my bed and saw a shadowy figure that was sort of like the smokey silhouette of a man. He shouted "hey!" at me, like he was trying to get my attention. I lifted my head off of my pillow to get a better look at him, but I was so exhausted for some reason that, in spite of that horrible fear I felt, I just mumbled, "Just let me sleep" and fell immediately back to sleep. When I woke up the next morning I realized I was laying further down on the pillow than I usually do. In fact, I don't think I've ever woken up that way before or since. It's weird because that's the position I had woken up in during the middle of the night and I hadn't moved at all after I had gone back to sleep. Initially I thought I had just dreamed it, but since I had fallen asleep and woken up in that position, I wasn't sure. Actually looking back on it years later, it kind of seems like to be laying in that position, the shadow I saw must have dragged me closer to the foot of the bed before it woke me up. I don't know for sure that it happened, but the idea kind of scares me. So for a while I wasn't sure if it had been a dream or not. Then maybe a day or two later my sister and I were both in the kitchen and she randomly said, "You won't believe what happened to me the other night." Then she went on to describe the same thing that I had seen. There was a shadow of a man at the foot of her bed, right in front of where she had kicked the hole in her wall. She woke up from it shouting "Hey!" at her just like it did to me and she was so scared by it that she ran down the stairs in the dark and slept in the living room. This freaked me out because she had described the same thing that happened to me without me ever mentioning anything about what had happened, so I knew she had to be telling the truth and that it wasn't just a dream. Of course, I told her that I had seen the same thing, but since she had brought it up first she didn't believe me. After that point, I didn't bring it up again because no one would believe me, but weird things kept happening. I think the ghost or whatever it was kind of latched onto me because it didn't get a reaction out of me the first time, or maybe things were happening to the rest of the family too and none of us were talking to each other. I'm not sure. On several occasions it would show up again, never as clear as the first time, but sometimes before I had fallen asleep, so I knew I wasn't dreaming. Footprints started to appear on my carpet, looking as if they had walked from the foot of my bed and stopped behind my computer chair where I spent a lot of my time, as if it was looking over my shoulder, then walked to a door that separated my room from my mom's room, which was blocked on my side by a cabinet and by my mom's bed on the other. Even when I didn't see things, I would hear footsteps around my room at night. There was a particularly bad night where I heard something leafing through some papers on my desk and then heard a sound like someone slamming their hand down on my desk. After a while my sister moved out and my mom started having nightmares. Again though, neither of them mentioned anything specific that was going on. My mom and I moved out just a few months after my sister did. We hadn't been allowed to have a dog at the previous place so almost immediately we went to adopt one. She slept in my bed every night and after the first couple of nights I woke up to her growling and barking at something. I looked around, my eyes were pretty well adjusted to the dark, but I didn't see anything. I thought she had just been having a nightmare or something, so I calmed her down and we went back to bed. This happened a few more times, then one night when she woke me up with her barking, there was actually something there. On the right side of my room there was a spherical mass that looked like the same dark smoke the man's silhouette had been made out of. I watched it rise in the air and move slowly from right to left across the room. There was a sound like floorboards creaking underneath it, though I couldn't hear any footsteps. As I watched it, my dog did too. I saw her head following it and she growled at it the whole time. Then it suddenly just disappeared near the ceiling and she shopped growling right when it did and turned to look at me, like she was saying "Where did it go?" I didn't get that same sense of fear from it that I did all the times I saw stuff in the previous place, so I don't know if it was the same thing or something else. The most eerie part about it was having someone else there who could see it too. It was one thing to have my sister describe exactly what I saw and another for me and my dog to be watching the same thing that was happening, together in the same room at the same time. It's just too bad that since she's a dog she can't vouch for me, but ever since then, it never appeared again and she never woke up barking again, so I think she might have scared it off.