I've had so many it's ridiculous.
One time I was staying in a hotel room that had a painting with a glass frame right in front of the bed. I was looking at my reflection in the glass when I saw, very clearly, someone walk past behind me. It was so mundane I didn't think anything of it until about a minute later, when I remembered that I was sitting on a bed alone in a hotel room.
The Roman Catholic parish I belonged to growing up had an organ that would occasionally play music when no one was in the choir loft. And there was a Dominican nunnery attached that had been converted into a Daughters of Charity convent about 50 years prior. I never saw it, but several people told me they'd seen Dominican nuns walking around when they were alone at the church.
And now that I've given a couple normal-ish stories, allow me to make myself sound like a complete nutjob:
My wildest ghost experience happened towards the beginning of last year. I had just moved into a century old apartment building in a new city. I lived in apartment number 26. It was old enough to have air vents leading from the cabinents to outside, to keep food cold. Everything was normal for a few weeks, then my wallet disappeared. I thought it might have been stolen but no one tried to use my credit card. Then cabinents started opening while I slept. I'd wake up in the morning and find the kitchen cabinents open.
After several weeks of this, I was relieving myself one day when I heard a raspy voice right outside my door. "Number 26, yes. I had forgotten about number 26." I jumped off the toilet terrified, dove through the bathroom door, and flung open the front door. There was no one there. I was a nervous wreck for several hours after that. I called a friend to come over but he didn't answer his phone. So I ventured outside to obtain a weapon of some sort. I ended up buying a baseball bat at a Salvation Army thrift store. I put it next to my bed before I went to sleep, just in case. When I woke up the next morning, the bat was on the other side of the room.
BBQ fritos began appearing underneath my radiator. I never bought BBQ fritos. My cabinents continued to open themselves at night. There's no Orthodox parish in this town, and I seriously considered asking the Roman Catholic priest to bless my apartment, or exorcise it, or something. I went ahead and sprinkled some holy water around, but to no avail.
About twice a month I had to sleep in a barracks room on the base where I work. Whatever was haunting me decided to follow me there. I walked into the barracks room on my duty day, set my stuff down, and went to the communal kitchen to heat up my dinner. Then I walked back to the room and unlocked the door. Nothing as as I left it. The lamp was on, the shades were open, and there was a chair in the middle of the room facing the window. I walked up to the chair and touched the armrest.
"Why are you doing this to me?" I begged to know. "What did I ever do to you?" I pleaded with the empty chair for over a quarter hour. I didn't get a response. That was the last day I was haunted.
I told a girl I was seeing at the time about what happened, and she told me to get a nannycam for my room. She thought for sure there was someone coming in at night. I ordered a nannycam, but when it arrived my life and home had returned to normal. At that point the lack of haunting was more disturbing than the haunting itself, and I took the first chance I got to move to another apartment.
