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Originally Posted by TheFrenzy

My wife and I lived in a split level townhome when we got married. One night around 4 am I woke up to the sound of someone trashing our downstairs. Furniture being moved, dishes broken, walls banged on, all sorts of racket. As I began to move towards the bedroom door, our cat began running in circles. I opened our door and immediately the noise stopped. I could hear breathing and so I knew they knew I knew they were there. (fun sentence to write) I shut the door and woke my wife up, telling her not to panic. We opened our bedroom window and when we heard the footsteps coming up the stairs, we hopped out the second story window (newly married, I didn't have a gun yet) onto a metal bay window that stuck out from the first floor. As soon as we did, a police spotlight hit us. They thought we were the ones robbing the house (in our pajamas). We told them the real burglar was inside and they got confused. They had actually been patrolling when they saw us obviously being suspicious and had investigated. So after convincing them that they had stumbled upon an in-progressive robbery, they asked if the back door was locked. It was, but at this point I knew I had armed backup, so I hopped back through the window and ran down to unlock the door.

As I ran through the house my stomach dropped. No doors were kicked in. No windows broken. Nothing moved or out of place. I let the officers in and they looked around. No signs of forced entry. Thankfully they didn't question us about drugs. (We were/are totally clean, but how would you explain going out your second story window at 4 am?) We slept the rest of the night downstairs on the couch.

THEN, two weeks later I was at school an hour away when my wife called me and asked if I was upstairs. I told her to get out of the house. When I got home she told me she had been sitting downstairs when someone began opening and slamming our drawers upstairs.

THEN, a few weeks later our landlord asked us if we had met our neighbor. We hadn't. Our landlord then told us that our neighbor was a hardcore Wiccan who had already been reprimanded by the staff for attempting to "curse" other residents.

We moved a month later (got a great deal, not because of ghosts). Six months later we were hanging out with our old landlord and we jokingly asked her if anything else spooky had happened in our apartment. She laughed and said no but then caught herself and got kind of serious. She told us that actually a widower had moved in after us and had said that the first week he was there he kept hearing his dead wife talking in the hallway, but everytime he got up to check, there was no one there.

Anyways, that's what I've got other than an incident involving ball lightning when i was a child.

I'd flip my sh!t and GTFO!

I've personally never experienced anything beyond the general "creepiness" I'm sure most everyone has felt at one time or another. But, I'm fascinated by the topic...