This is not just one story but several that took place in my hometown, roughly one of the most haunted places I've ever seen (and I've traveled.) I grew up in this town and in the oldest section of the town so I've seen many things. I come from a psychic family with active dead relatives including my grandfather who still wanders around his old house, often seen as a shadow by my aunt and uncle who now live there, my grandmother who loves to bang around in the kitchen like she did in life (she's also the family's guardian angel), and my great aunt who recently died and let my mother and brother know by rattling the front door of our house at the same time as her death. The screen door was locked from the inside and no one was standing near the door when it happened. My parents home is normally haunted by two known apparitions, one of a twenty-something man named Robert (we live in a college town, Oklahoma State University to be exact which is one of the oldest colleges in the state, so he's probably an ex student), and a woman of unknown origin. Robert grew a fond attatchment to my best friend in high school and used to hover over her whenever she'd spend the night (much to her annoyance...he liked to pull his own head off and make goofy faces.) Robert also loves to freeze my feet by leaning on the foot of the bed and freeze my whole body by lying under the bead and talking to me all night. He's a pleasant spirit, but when my friend Rob (funny, huh?) spent the night at my house, because he tends to repell spirits, Robert annoyed me all the next day, wondering who that odd man was in my room that night. The woman keeps pretty quiet, scaring the bejesus out of my best friend by appearing to her as she crossed from my bedroom to the bathroom one night by standing in the middle of the living room. There's an archway that leads into the living room that you have to pass by to get from my bedroom to the bathroom and it looks cavernous at night. Emily came screeching into the bathroom, stammering that she'd seen the ghost of a woman. I assured her that the woman has never hurt anyone. She's a quiet spirit and stays in the living room most of the time, though at times she'll reach a hand through my closet door (my closet is connected by a wall to the living room) and scare Emily. She'll also stand in the corner of my room sometimes, though that's chiefly Robert's domain.
My dorm is also haunted by it's namesake, Julia Stout. One night I was doing laundry in the basement with my friend Rob (same guy) and he'd gone upstairs to go to the bathroom. I was folding my clothes when a woman's voice said In the hallway. Being a curious if not overly intelligent person, I wandered over to the door leading to the hallway that leads to the stairs, just in time to see Rob turn the corner from the stairs to the hallway. Julia knocks on my friend Katy's window at night, making sure that she's behaving herself (adult dorm with 24 hour visitation.)
My best friend in high school,. Emily, her house is haunted too. But by a much darker force. Once as she was preparing to leave the bathroom one morning, she looks down the hallway to her room (which is at the very end of the hall) to see a wrath approaching her. The hallway turned cold and it reached out to touch her. She shivered and it vanished. She also spent a splendid afternoon with her parents talking to her as she turned white due to the horrendous faces a spirit was making to her in a window in the front room. My friend Jill has felt ice cold hands on her head in that house and I've seen shadows and floating mist. Emily was instructed by a witch in New Orleans on how to exorcise a house, but she has yet to do it. She has since moved out. She's also had experiences in Utah when she moved out there to go to BYU but that's another story, and a very shamanistic one at that.
Along the roads in my neighborhood I've seen the ghost of a runaway girl, huddled in a bush, the graveyard in our town is not a pleasant place either. My friends and I who are sensitive to these things will not go to the back of the cemetery. Now, cemeteries are generally dead places, but they have the spirits of the dead often residing there. In the back of the cemetery, something is killing off the spirits there. It feels dead, like nothing living or dead is there.
There is a dark presence with luminescent eyes that I've seen standing in the trees beyond the graves. My friends and I believe that this is some demon, never human, that is slowly but surely destroying the souls of every spirit in the cemetery. My friend Katy has already lost a ghost girl who became somewhat attatched to her to whatever dark force lives in the back of the cemetery. I've had a ice cold tombstone burn my hand out there. There is also a mausoleum with three angry women living in it who don't like me very much for knocking on their door once. A tree towards the front of the cemetery protects those resting near it, and it envigorates anyone who stands under it, touching it's trunk.
Needless to say, my town is an interesting place to live. You wouldn't expect it. But it is. Katy won't go in Emily's house, Emily won't go in our dorm anymore because she heard the voices of several young women while she was there (it used to be an all girls dorm before it went coed.) I'm dumb enough to risk my safety to explore these things and I've always had a keen interest in the paranormal. Urban legends are one of my passions. I'm glad to be able to add mine. Anyway, back to my dorm.