Ghostly Encounters

This might seem like a strange thing to bring up and a totally off the wall blog post, but when I was younger I experienced something that I have never forgotten and I feel like I want to share it with you all. I don't know where you all stand on the subject of ghosts, and if you believe in them, or not.

Throughout my childhood, I wasn't sure where I stood on the whole ghost thing. Did I believe in them? Did I not believe in them? I did know that I was open to the possibility that ghosts were real. It wasn't until I was 19 yrs old when I experienced something totally out of this world.

Here's the story:

My friend, M, and I had decided to go over to a friends house on a warm, clear summer night. I knew the girl whose house we were going over too, but had never been to her house before. This girl, K, had lived there for a couple years with her young son. It was a good sized 3 bedroom house with a very open floor plan. When you walked into the house, you entered into the living room, open to the dining room and kitchen. The master bedroom/bath was on the left and on the right was a long hallway with 2 bedrooms and another bathroom. We were planning on having a couple beers so we were going to be spending the night at K's house. We had only been there for about an hour when K brought up the subject of her house being haunted. At first I don't think I believed her and I thought that she was trying to scare us. But then I started thinking "why would she do that?". She then told us that before she moved in to this house, a man had died in one of the bedrooms, and that this room had been a source of a lot of the activity. K told us that she used to have a lot of problems and it got so bad that she had to have someone come in to get rid of the ghost (I am not exactly sure what you call it when someone comes in to get rid of ghosts). It was so bad that she couldn't stay there for awhile and even when she moved back in, she still had problems but not to the same extent as before.

For some reason, I think in our brave little minds at the time, M and I wanted to see this room. K proceeded to tell us that upon entering the room, that it was different. She always kept the door closed, and when she opened the door and turned the light on, it was instantly cold. I mean really cold. It was a summer evening, we were wearing shorts and t-shirts but this room was ice cold. She said that this room was like this all the time. She could turn the heat on and it would stay cold. Really cold. She then took us into the bedroom right next door to this one and she opened the door, and the temp was normal just like the rest of the house. So at this point I was a little freaked out. That was just not normal.

We were a little freaked out to say the least. So we went back to the living room and were just sitting on the couch talking when all of a sudden the loudest banging noise I had ever heard was coming from the master bedroom. It was actually like someone was running back and forth along that wall with a baseball bat beating the crap out of the side of the house, back and forth, back and forth and extremely fast. M and I freaked out. K took us to her bedroom and to the door that goes outside. She opened it, and no one was there. She told us that this happens, but it had been awhile since it was that bad. We went back to the living room and sat back down. Then the kitchen lights went out, came on, went out. The dining room light went out, came on, went out. Then the beating along the master bedroom wall started again. The lights were going off and on, but only in the kitchen and then the dining room, not at the same time. Then the beating on the wall started again, but this time on the kitchen/dining room side of the house. This went on for at least an hour.

I remember wanting to leave, but my friend M wanted to stay. We stayed. I needed to use the bathroom, but we would not go to the bathroom by that bedroom by ourselves so we always took another person with us. Eventually the activity stopped and we did stay the night there. I never went back to that house. I have always wondered how long K ended up living there, I never found that out.

I don't know if what we experienced was paranormal activity, but from what our friend K told us, it was. And it is something I will never forget. I am definitely more open to the possibility that the paranormal does exist, especially with what I went through. There was no other explanation for what happened in that house, or why that bedroom was so ice cold, when the rest of the house was warm.

I have only told a few people about this experience. I think the main reason for that is because there aren't a lot of people I know that believe in ghosts. I have heard stories from a couple people that didn't believe either, until they had a ghostly encounter themselves. I think it's that way with most people.

Have any of you had some kind of experience with this? Do you believe in ghosts, or not? I would love to hear any stories you have. And really, I am not crazy! I had 2 witnesses that night (and only 2 drinks!)