Story courtesy of Melanie of Vincennes, Indiana...
They all saw the same ghost haunting them...
I met a ghost once, long long ago, when I was the age of 14, still in high school. We dwelled in an old home that was standing since the early 1940's. I always felt a presence near me and so did my grandma, while she was around, at the time.
I was in my bedroom, one eerie night, as it was lightening outside. I recall this night very well. There was no moon outside, that I could see and there was a faint sound that came from the apartment upstairs.
I swore I heard crying and then a loud, ghastly sound. There was breathing around me, and I felt a rush of air all over my torso. And then, I noticed this image, what appeared as one (man in spirit), come to me and tell me he had hung himself.
He was a handsome ghost, who asked me if he could lay next to me and sleep there until he felt at peace. I had to decline and said, "No! Please, go away..."
I wanted to shout outloud, but the words would not come out of me. I was nearly scared to death! Then, my grandmother walked into my bedroom and asked me if I had seen a ghost. Apparently, she had seen the ghostly man, too.
She stayed with me that night, after I told her how frightened I was.
The next morning, my Uncle was reading his paper and said someone, or something, tore his newspaper into pieces. He fled down the stairs to ask me if I had seen the ghost, like he did.
My Uncle nearly had a heart attack over the experience. He was fine later on, but petrified beyond all reason or thinking at the time.
This has been a true story.