I didn't believe in ghosts, at first. But I've seen some fucked up things over the years.
First, and most importantly, is the thing showing me all of this. Tall, usually distorted like TV fuzz, freakishly long limbs, and incredibly skinny. Whenever I see him, I encounter something paranormal shortly after.
The first time, I was running down the stairs to get my dog. I grab him and he's staring off to my right. I look where he's looking and he's looking at this thing right in the face, making eye contact. He reached out slowly and I turned away, almost shitting myself. When I looked back, he was gone, and my dog didn't seem to mind it.
So, a few days later, I go visit my friend, Mike. His cat died recently, and he was talking about her. I remember the cat..black cat. Red collar. Yellow eyes.
So we're out in the woods behind his house. It's not very thick, and there's an almost-clearing. No grass though. All of a sudden, I see the cat. Black cat, red collar, yellow eyes. It looks at me and then walks off. I turn to Mike and yell, "It's Chocolate! (Cat's name)" He was staring at it too. He looks at me and says "Yeah, I saw her." We turn to where the cat was, and she was gone.
The next time, I was on a field trip to a museum that had real battleships and submarines that fought in WW2 that you could explore. In one of them, a submarine made as a memorial with hundreds of names on the wall of those who died as well as pictures of them, was where it happened. Of course it had to be in an already creepy place. Couldn't have been in the gift shop.
So, anyway, I climb down with my friend and we look around. We hear a slamming noise and we see the door at the top of the stairs open and close by itself. Weird, but not paranormal..that could be easily explained. However, on the other side of a window showing a room with a chair, we BOTH see two people standing inside it. They stand there as we turn to each other and let out a "WTF" in unison. Of course, as with all ghost stories, when we turned back, they were gone. I vaguely recall seeing the tall guy at school a week back.
Another thing happened last year at school. I was sick, and my mom was in the hospital, so I went down to the nurse to skip a few classes and get some rest. I had four dreams in a row, all beginning and ending in the same way. In all of them, I stand up from the bed, and walk around the nurse's office. A girl named Leanne died of cancer not too long before this.
First dream: I get up, walk around. I go to the nurse and ask her about something. She seems puzzled at first, then her expression changes to worry. She moves her mouth like she's saying something, but no sound comes out. During this one I feel like I'm a different person. I wake up, unable to intake breath until a few seconds, then I fall back asleep.
Second dream: I get up, walk around, again. Only this time I go left and into a room that didn't exist before. It was like a nursery, with a bunch of toddlers running around. A woman is chasing them, trying to control them. She shoves me out of the room and shuts the door. I wake up unable to intake breath until a few seconds, then I fall back to sleep. Normal dream.
Third, I see the aforementioned tall guy. IN FULL DETAIL. For the first time. He was wearing a brown jacket and brown pants and was walking around the room in a weird way. This dream ends in the same way the last two did.
The fourth freaked me out. I wake up, only this time, I only sit up in the bed to see a woman and a baby in a stroller in front of me. The woman looked in her 30's or early 40's and had blond hair. She was looking down at the baby. The word "Leanne" popped up in my head. I don't think much of it because I thought Leanne had brown or black hair. But I learn later that she does in fact have blond hair. I see a picture of her and it seems like the woman I saw was either her mother or herself, older.
I believe in ghosts, so I'm disappointed at the downfall of GFAQ's Paranormal/Conspiracy board and the disappearance of a master ghost story teller, orlock. =/