These posts are great! I have two stories of my own. I worked at a local hospital on a telemetry floor about 10 years ago as a nurses aide while attending RN school. One night our census was very low and I was keeping myself busy with stocking rooms. I walked down a dark hallway to a closet with empty rooms all around me. I was reaching into the closet and i felt a tap on my shoulder. i turned around to find no one. I thought someone was playing a trick on me and ran into the room next to the closet after they tapped on me. I checked and no one in sight. I suddenly realized that my co-workers didn't play a trick on me, it was a ghost. I ran down the hall and sat at the nurses station. I must have had a scared look on my face because the secretary asked me what was wrong. I told her she wouldn't believe me but told her anyways. She said, "oh yeah, thats the ghost on the floor." Hey thanks for telling me that during orientation, I wouldn't have taken the job. Fast forward to 10 years later. I was on the same floor with nursing students and walked down the hall during the day to the same closet. I look across the hall to the empty room and there was an outline of a old women sitting in a w/c next to the window. i didn't freak out, I just stood there and watched her. She just sat there looked at me and then slowly disappeared. Again one of the staff members asked me if I was ok. I told her what I had seen. She said,"oh thank god someone else has seen her besides me." I don't know if that was the same ghost I has seen 10 years before that or a new one. My second story is my house Dh and I bought an old farm house about 7 years ago. It was a hole in the ground but we have remodeled it slowly and it is great now. But when we first moved in I was pregnant with our first child. I was on bed rest and therefore here all the time. Mostly alone while dh worked. As soon as we moved in, I felt a presence in the house. dh denied it. We would hear very heavy objects being thrown on the floor upstairs all the time. But there wasn't a single thing upstairs before we remodeled. No furniture, tools or anything. Dh still denied it that we had a ghost. I would see a male figure out of the corner of my eye all the time when I was napping or alone. I was really freaked out. Then I had my daughter and brought her home from the hospital. Well, my male ghost was even more active. I figured he was interested in the new life in the house. I finally could not take it anymore with the noises and sighting. I started talking to the ghost and invited him to be part of the family. i told him he could only stay in our home if he protected us and watched out for the kids. The noises stopped. I would still see him once in a while and feel his presence, but the noises stopped. After having my second child he became active again but I again asked him to stop and stick with our agreement. ( yes, dh thinks I am nuts too) The noises stopped again. But I knew he was still there. Fast forward to 2-3 years later. Our neighbors daughter came over to meet my children to do some babysitting. Her great grandma lived in our home before we bought it and the house had been in the family for 100 years before we bought it. We showed her around so she could see all the work we had done on the house. As she was about to leave, she turned to me and asked, " so, have you seen the male ghost?" I just looked at dh with a look. How could he denied it now?? This is the first time we are meeting her and she mentioned the male ghost. Something I had been saying for years. She told me that it was some uncle that was very protective over the kids. He would walk around upstairs where the kids rooms were during the night to make sure the kids were safe in there beds. So, I felt I had made a good choice to ask him to stay and watch over the kids and our home. I still see him once in awhile but I am no longer afraid. I know he watched out for the kids. A few weeks ago I had a very bad dream, so I walked up stairs to check on the kids. As i was checking in on them in their rooms, it sounded like someone with very heavy feet racing up the stairs. I stopped and waited to see if it was dh. Nope. I looked out into the hall, and no one. I assume he saw it was me upstairs and stopped. But it was a little freaking. The kids have never mentioned seeing him, so I am fine with it. I don't want them to see the ghost. Yes I am sane person. I just have a ghost in my house. Hope the post keeps going.