Ok here's one:
My best friend is gonna kill me!
So my bestie was moving around a lot with her dad last year, and eventually they settled down in this nice little trailer park. It was a really nice place with brand new furnishings. The only weird thing about it, was the loud running up and down the hallway that always seemed to happen whenever it was just me and her hanging out. Knowing her, she chooses to ignore these things until I start pointing them out and joke about it.
"Shut up Lex! My house isn't haunted!" she would yell. "Silly bitch."
I came over frequently and our normal routine would be to get stoned, watch a movie, do some arts and crafts, normal best bitch stuff, and every time I came over, the running sound would get louder or more frequent to the point it was almost unbearable to be in a room by myself. I almost grew nervous to walk through the hallway, and in that same hallway was this room which inside it was the front door. Whenever the light was off, I got this REALLY scary vibe. The room itself was the size of a tiny walk in closet. I literally couldn't go to the front door unless she turned the light on in the room.
Later that summer:
She moved again to a different location, which was covered in horrifying spiders galore. We were in the process of moving everything from her old place to the new, and during the process of killing spiders in her side yard, she stops:
"Hey Lex. Have you ever had hallucinations?"
"Only the time we did shrooms....why?"
"So you know the old place, when me and my dad stayed our last week, I was sitting on my bed and in my peripheral vision, clearly, I saw something dark sitting in my closet. I mean I've seen it before...I think..." (there was like nothing in her closet at that time IM SURE)
" GOD DAMNIT! I KNEW IT! Your place was haunted by a child! FUCK!" (it always sounded like a kid running through the trailer) I was getting chills.
"SHUT UP!! So yeah... and during that week, I was playing with siouxie (her dog), and I was throwing the ball, and I threw it toward the bookshelf, and you know how when you throw a ball it either bounces or keeps rolling?"
"Yeeeeeah?"
"It did neither, it kinda just stopped, like something immediately stopped it on the ground, no wiggle, no roll, nothing, it just stopped."
And her bookshelf is (or was) next to her closet.
