I'm a bit late to this but I have two separate stories that I hope don't get buried here! Both of these stories take place at an old house I used to live in that literally looked like it belonged in a horror movie. I live in a rich area with huge houses and nice yards and all that, and then there's my house.
My house creaks a lot. Any step you take, the floors will creak, every now and then the walls will make a random thump sound -- probably the pipes. The basement though was the creepiest part of the house. My family and I never did anything with it, and was absolutely terrifying to be in. There's a stray lightbulb in the middle of the room, the wall paint was peeling, and these two random chinese paintings resting on the floor. Other than that, it's a completely empty basement
The first part of the story deals with this basement. I can't express enough the fact that nobody in my family ever goes down to the basement. One night, I was laying in bed trying to sleep. It was about 2 or 3am at this time. In a normal night, there's the usual silence being ruined by the occasional wall noises. However tonight was a bit different. As I was drifting to sleep, a hear a large bang beneath my bed. Being too terrified to move, I laid tight on my bed, freaking out at every noise I heard. Until morning, I didn't dare leave my room. The next morning, I go down to my basement to find a random barbell with 30lbs weights on them. Nobody in my family awoke from the bang, and nobody knows how it got there. Just a random set of weights appeared in my basement.
The next story is possibly more of me seeing things, but it still creeps me out when I think about it.
Like any normal person, sometimes during the night I have to get up and use the bathroom. The way my house is setup, is there's my room with the bathroom a couple steps over. Connected to my room and the bathroom is the living room with a mural straight across my room door. At night, the mural is reflective, so when my room light is on, I can see myself in the reflection. Every time I get up in the middle of the night, I always turn on my light, look across the hall and see my reflection. It turned into a habit, and I always do it. Well after a night of drinking a lot of water before heading to bed, I had to go use the bathroom in the middle of the night. As I open my door and turn my light on, I look down the hall at the mural. Unlike every other time, I saw my reflection but that's not all. There was a woman right behind me in my room in the reflection. I've never seen something so clear in my life. I freaked out, turned around and of course saw nothing. When I look back at the mural, all I saw was myself. But i'll never forget the sight of this woman slouching behind me. I can't say I believe in ghosts, but this will always give me the chills.