Oh I have found my people. Ghosts. *Shudder*. Let me start off that I give tours at a supposedly haunted house and it is part of my job to tell "ghost stories" that I 100% believe. I have had a number of scares there and only one other in my whole life. The one other:
I was in an old bookstore and went up to the third floor for some reason. I dunno, I kind of felt... Called there. Once I got to my destination, I began browsing the bookshelves. I swear to whoever is out there, something tapped my back. I whipped around and nothing. I looked over at a door to an office and it started freaking out and turning, but it was bolted. From the outside. The tapping on my shoulder got worse and I heard breathing. I felt something awful in the pit of my stomach and went for the stairs, where my dad was just coming up. He asked me if I was ready to leave and I said "YUP LET'S GO" and sprinted a block to the car. We went on a ghost walk that night, and they said that the bookstore was haunted (I found out AFTER the story it was the same store we were in) and that a girl had been murdered and buried in the basement. No one ever found her body and it is said she still asks people to find her, but only on the top floor. Where I was.
At the place I work, a LOT of people have died, mostly naturally, but never ever a single child. Ever. When I was little my grandfather ran the theater in town, which was on the same property as the house. I was at a show and went outside for a second. I walked around for a bit and suddenly looked up for no reason. There was a little girl, about my age at the time, staring at me, smiling. She waved and I waved. She looked like she was in the play I was watching, which had "funny old clothes". She turned and disappeared. I went inside and FREAKED OUT.
There is a HUGE LONG TEN MINUTE STORY about the main reason the place I work for is haunted. Basically, someone didn't pay someone and died and ended up in that person's basement and haunted them (in the 1800s). There is a "haunted hallway" where the original owner would pace back and forth all the time. There is a small room off of that hallway, and I was in the room examining a picture when a black mass crossed behind the bed in the mirror. I instantly felt like someone was stabbing me in the chest and stomach and fled the room, running down the stairs and into the kitchen below. I physically CANNOT go into that hall, room or back "nanny's room" by myself. I will shake so much I collapse and freak out and scream not to. I can't force myself to. People have also had little girls tell them how they died in the nanny's room, even though no little girls ever died there. There are numerous dolls in that room, and I personally believe that the spirits are attached to the dolls.
The girl I work with at the house and I are always alone when we're there. There is NEVER anyone upstairs unless one of us is and the same with downstairs. We were sitting in the front entrance, waiting for a tour, and there were loud stomping footsteps above us. We called to see if there was someone there, and they just got louder until they reached the stairs and stopped.
I was answering a phone call and talking to a woman about her visiting. She asked me a question, and suddenly there was a man's voice saying loud and incomprehensible things in the phone. He stopped, and I asked the woman if that was someone on her end. She said no and that she though he was on my end. I calmly and carefully asked her to repeat her previous question and acted like nothing happened.
A lot of people criticize me, as I do not believe in God. Just my personal beliefs, I believe in evolution. I also believe in ghosts. They say if you believe in ghosts you must also believe in God or some other wordly spirit of some sort. I respond with "Nope. I believe in evolution and that some people just get stuck behind in some molecular way and become ghosts." Simple answer. Ghosts are there, and they honestly scare me. Why am I working at a haunted house? I ask myself that every time I go to work.