I often dream I'm in a haunted house. The house itself seems infected, and I'm filled with dread being in there. Things would move around, there'd be voices, and if I ever awake from one of these dreams I usually end up huddled under my duvet absolutely terrified, until I'm awake enough to realise that its not real.
However, I have had at least two paranormal experiences, and funnily enough, they weren't in the least frightening.
The first one I've already posted here -
http://www2.forteantimes.com/forum/view ... hp?t=35558
The more recent one was about 3 or 4 years ago in my mother in law's cottage in Norfolk. We were sitting in the kitchen eating lunch when someone started thumping about on the floor above us. It sounded like a an adult or a teenager running and jumping about in the bedroom. I hadn't really noticed the noise until I suddenly realised that there was noone upstairs, we were all in the kitchen including my teenage daughter. My M-in-law said "it's the ghost" and that this happened quite often, and usually when she had visitors.
So I sat and listened for a bit. It had become quite frantic by now. I decided to go upstairs and confont it - whatever it was. As I went up I could hear clearly the banging coming from the OTHER bedroom now. I went into the bedroom and now could hear the banging on the ceiling above me. Once I was fully in the bedroom the banging went on all around me - on the ceiling and on all the walls and it was utterly frantic, no longer like footsteps, but like someone having a massive superhuman fit.
I satyed for a minute or two, and then went back downstairs, whereupon the banging stopped.
Although I wasn't scared at the time, I have shivers going through me now as I tell this, and although I have been back, and I have never heard the "ghost" again, just being in the building scares me, especially at night.
My ex-wife very matter of factly told me once that she sees ghosts pretty much constantly, and only recently she has started pointing them out to me, becasue of my obvious interest.
One night sitting in our living room she became distracted, and was occasionally looking up at something through the window. she said - there's something looking at us. She told me that it was looking at us whenever we weren;t looking at it, and that it was as fascinated by us as we would be by it. She didn't tell me what it was though - mercifully - only that it had now gone, and I'd probably scared it away by going up to the window and peering at it.
I couldn;t sleep that night.