This is my top comment, I've posted it in a previous thread. Many assumed I was hallucinating, but I wasn't. My sister saw him, too.
Creepiest thing will forever be the man who watched me at my window. It's nothing paranormal, but honestly. I was texting my girlfriend, playing a game, and I heard rustling outside my window (keep in mind I live in the basement). I don't have any curtains, and I turned off my iPod. I could see someone actually fucking staring at me. This went on for about 10 minutes. I texted my little sister to get the fucking bat, and turn on the lights upstairs. After he saw the lights, he ran off.
That's the creepiest one for me that is a real life person, non paranormal type thing.
A shared experience is me and my best friend. We were at her house, chilling in the computer room. Dicking around on sfogs, talking about random shit I can't remember, it was so long ago. We heard a huge thump come from her room above us. Like, a heavy thud. We looked at each other, confused. All of her siblings were downstairs with us. We decided, "Fuck it, let's check it out." We grabbed some airsoft guns, a bat, and she picked up a bag of bagels (kid logic, right?).
We get upstairs, getting a little apprehensive about being upstairs. Her room door was open, no big deal until we saw her oak dresser moved about a foot. It takes two people on either side to lift it. She yelped and pointed at something, so I looked, and I swear to god, there was a girl under her bed. Not her sister, just a girl. She threw the bag of bagels at her (it?), and we booked our asses downstairs. To this day, we have no fucking idea what the fuck that was.
Last one. Though it's not like super creepy or anything. Same best friend, same house. I'm putting her name as Ash for the sake of simplicity at this point. We were hanging out in the computer room again, on Neopets and GaiaOnline this time. Her cat got outside, so she ran to go after it. I stayed inside, and when Ash got back, the fire alarms were going off. Now, her parents tend to burn things, so we kind of shrugged it off.
It was hot in the house, but no big deal, it's just another hot August day in Colorado. Nope. When the alarms kept going, we left the room to look for her brother. He was watching Dragon Ball Z. "Hey, are you cooking anything?"
"Nope." He continued watching TV like nothing was going on. Ash and I smelled smoke. She opened the basement door, and walked down part of the way. I stood in the doorway, and you could see the flames arching over the bottom steps. It's kind of hard to explain. Ash looked up at me, screamed, "GET EVERYONE OUT OF THE FUCKING HOUSE!" and booked it upstairs. We found everyone, got them out, waited for the fire department.
No biggie, just a house fire. Well, it was only recently that Ash got to see the report on it. It said that we all should have died. It was a goddamn miracle the floors were able to hold all of us up.
When I was little, I told my mom I wasn't going to live that long. She always shrugged it off. I should have died at 12. I'm still here. And really, I shouldn't be. But knowing that, I'm goddamn grateful.