My most recent experience was in early May, 2011. My husband and I were separated, and I had rented a three-bedroom mobile home out in the country.
There was a cemetery right at the edge of yard! I didn't notice it when I first looked at the place because of trees and shrubs blocking the view. I
probably wouldn't have chosen that particular home if I had seen it then.
I always felt uneasy in the back bedroom (the end closest to the cemetery), like something was in the closet. I always kept that bedroom door shut.
Even walking into the bathroom next to that room gave me the chills.
So one night I was in the kitchen, and my food pantry door just opened up by itself. I felt a presence with me, and the hair stood up on my arms and
neck. I had more knowledge about ghosts then after all the research I'd done over my life time so I didn't freak out as bad as I did on my last
encounter at the old lady's house 34 years ago. I remained calm and walked over to close the pantry door. Then I told it to get out of my home! It
did. I must admit I was unnerved for about an hour afterwards anyway. I walked over the same areas of the floor to see if there were any loose floor
boards that may have made the door open for some reason, but it didn't open, and it had never done that in the four months prior when I moved in.
A couple of weeks later I came home from work (3rd shift) and had just gone to bed when I heard these incredibly heavy, loud footsteps starting at
the opposite end of the trailer, and ran (very fast) toward my bedroom. I had double doors entering my master bedroom (on the opposite end of the
trailer) which I kept closed to keep the light out so I could sleep. I sat straight up in bed just waiting for my bedroom doors to burst open, but
when it reached the doors, it just stopped...... from a dead run, to a sudden stop.... nothing!
I sat there, unable to move in bed with my mouth open, and eyes probably big as saucers waiting to see if anything else was going to happen. When I
composed myself, I told it to get out; I had to get my sleep!
I never heard another sound after that day, but I still had an uneasy feeling in the back bedroom.
I moved out three weeks later, and moved back in our house with my husband (we worked through our problems).
I see shadows here at the house sometimes, but it doesn't bother me at all.
There is a sweet little old lady that resides with us. She stays in my bedroom closet most of the time. I told her once to leave. Immediately, I could
feel her crying, and begging me not to make her go. So I told her as long as she didn't scare me she could stay. And she never has in the 24 years
we've lived here.