Okay, I'll toss in a couple of stories I've been told over the years. I've never had anything happen to me, but people close to me have experienced such things.
My ex told me this story a while back. I'm not sure of the exact details, but pretty much everything I remember is accurate. Anyway, this girl had a few other stories about ghosts and such, ones where she'd been chased by dogs or seen people who weren't there, but this one's the best. One night, her Mother was asleep in her bed, just as tends to happen every night. Then, she's awoken by a loud noise in her room. She looks around quick, and she sees that the glass of water she had on her bureau had fallen onto the floor. It wasn't on the edge or anything, either. Now, the freaky part is that it was completely split in half, perfectly. It was plain glass, no markings on it or patterns, just plain ol' glass see-through glass. But, it was split perfectly down the center, from top to bottom, in two halves, and the water was naturally all over the floor. They had kept both halves safe in a cupboard since then, and my ex had actually showed them to me after the story, and it was totally legit. It looked like somebody had taken a laser of some sort and just split it down the center. No hope for pics though, unfortunately, since the girl seems to have disappeared off the face of the Earth.
Another story was told by my old best friend's parents one night. They haven't really experienced any phemonena outside of this incident, although his stepdad's brother claimed to have seen a ghost of a small kid in a baseball cap in their kitchen..but the guy's kind of off his rocker anyway, so nobody really believed him. Anyway, the details of this story are kind of fuzzy in my mind, since it's been a few years, and I lost touch with them a while back, so I can't go clear up the details. However, it's still pretty chilling in my own mind.
What had happened, was that my best friend's Mother was asleep in their bed (his parents' bed, that is) and she was having some strange nightmare. One of those hyper-detailed dreams where nothing makes sense, but it still feels very real and surreal at the same time. Anyway, details are fuzzy on exactly what was in the dream, but in it, she was riding in a limo down a street near their house. Somehow, she ended up holding a bag in the dream, so she looked in it, and there was a dead animal inside, a cat or a dog or something, I don't remember exactly what. So, she kind of freaked, and threw it out the window. That's really all I remember of it. So then, she woke up, and kind of stayed up for a while, kind of shaken, lying in bed trying to get back to sleep. Soon, her daughter came into their room, saying that she'd had a nightmare and wanted to sleep with them. She was very shaken by it. So, she got into their bed, and they were comforting her and such. Soon enough, she told them all about it, and in the dream, she was riding her bicycle down the same street that her Mother had dreamt she was riding down in the limo. Then, in the daughter's dream, a limo drove by her, with the window open, and a bag was tossed out the window. She made her way over to the bag, looked inside, and saw the dead animal inside of it. This woke her up, and she came into their room to sleep with them.
Funny thing is, I'm not sure if the Mother had even told her that she had a corresponding dream after that, just because she was so young and feared it might frighten her more. But yeah, excuse the lack of details, it's all this old head could remember. And for the record, I'm shivering a little bit while writing this, and it's not really cold in here. Just kind of creepy stories that make me a little nervous to be thinking about in such detail. Enjoy
). Shortly after that, strange stuff would happen, like both, my cousin and his roommate, would watch an ashtray on the coffee table move around. There was also something else that was more freaky, but it seems to have slipped my mind. But when they took down the flag, the weird stuff stopped.
ing SNOW monkey. Like, a white monkey with a black face. And it stared at us for, like, 30 seconds before it ran off. As all three of us turn around, we slip and fall, flat on our arses, like something swiped the legs out from under us. Oi. So we get up, and start again. Except every few minutes, one of us falls. Even on the dirt. We get back the the car, and it barely starts. On the way back, my sister pukes up her entire lunch. The worst part, days afterwards, I contracted a bad case of flu, followed by my dad, who had it terribly (I'm convinced he almost died), and then my sister had the same thing. 
