I guess I will add one as well, I have many, but this one always comes to mind.
When I was around 8 years old, I went to stay at my fathers house for the weekend. Him and his newlywed, had just bought a house, here in Michigan. It was a nice little house, with one odd exception. It didn't matter what temperature the rest of the house was, nor how hot or cold it was outside, my room was always way colder than the rest of the house, no exaggeration. It was so cold, that I slept in the living room on the couch, and I know it wasn't just me, because my father agreed to it, and he isn't a push-over type of guy.
So, one night, I'm falling asleep, watching some television. You know the feeling, as you're drifting off to sleep, but still trying to fight it. Well, as it finally took me over, I awake to a flashing going on in the living room. It was the TV. As I rubbed my eyes to be sure of what I was witnessing, I watched the TV flash on and off, on and off, on and off, and then it stayed off. I figured I was on the remote or something, however, I found it lying on the floor. I shrugged it off and went back to sleep, but before I could get deep into sleep, it happened again. And again, it turned off and stayed off.
Now, I was a bit creeped out, so I was just about to cover my head with my blanket and force myself to sleep. Then I felt a presence, a very weird and cold presence. I hesitantly opened my eyes to see an elderly woman come from the hallway to my left, at the end of the couch. She was walking towards the right, where there is a kitchen entryway. She stopped, turned towards me for what seemed like eternity, and then turned and continued on her way into the kitchen, around the corner and was out of sight. I hadn't noticed it at first, because she was at the end of the couch, but her feet were gone, she was only floating her way along.
I sat there frozen in the middle of the dark, quiet house, wondering what it was I had just witnessed. Every hair on my body was on end and I had to be as pale as the moon. I opened my mouth to scream for my father and stepmom, but no sound came out. I quickly went under my covers and tried all night to get some sleep, still boggled to what it was that had just happened. In the morning, I attempted to tell my father what I had witnessed, but if you knew my father, you'd know that he wouldn't believe it, and I didn't want to sound crazy, so I kept it to myself. I told nobody about it for roughly 10 years, when I turned 18.
We were sitting in my parents bedroom, with my father and stepmom (not the same as before), and my two stepsisters. We somehow got on the topic of the supernatural and were telling stories, one in particular was a friend of mine who had a haunted house. Well, I decided to come out about my experience when I was younger, just to see how my dad would react. To my suprise, he was quite speechless, and seemed to grow a bit pale. He looked at me in all seriousness, and said, "Son, I can't believe you didn't tell me this before." and continued to state, "There was something we didn't want to tell you, because you were just a kid. Before we bought that house, some high school students broke into that house to rob it, thinking nobody was home. There was an elderly woman who lived there alone, and she suprised them, they panicked and beat her to death, in your room."
We agreed that it must have been the reason that room was so cold all the time, and why I had witnessed this old lady. It still gives me tingles down my spine today. I should add I never had another experience in that house after that, other than the colder than cold room and an occasional odd feeling. It was my first paranormal experience I had, but certainly not my last.
Thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoyed it.