Six floating orange orb-like lights in the evening sky in an arranged pattern like / \. This was in the 90s so we didn’t have drones, and they were fucking huge, like, half the size of the moon huge. They just hung there, occasionally one of them would blink out and then come back. Absolutely no sound at all.

Saw it with some friends. We ran inside to tell our parents and when we all came back outside it was gone.

Weirdest shit ever. Never seen anything before or after.

There is a theatre attached to our house. It has only existed since 1991, before that it was a single story machine workshop, and before that - all manner of other things. There is a large Theatre Pipe Organ in it, and we host midweek groups who come down on their special outings (WI, Probus Club etc). One day we had one of these groups in, and as usual when they left we went around the building checking the toilets etc to make sure everyone was out. Most of the time people arrived by coach, but sometimes if the group was closer to us, and a smaller size, they came in cars.

This day we checked everyone was out, and as usual quite exhausted - we locked up the building and went through to the house for a smoke and a coffee before heading back through to tidy away the plates and bowls and start collating the left over scones, butter, jam, cakes etc so store in a fridge and pick our way through over the next several days.

On returning back to the foyer - the fire extinguisher which sits on a bracket on the wall, was sitting upright in the middle of the floor. It couldn’t have fallen off the bracket, because it would be laying in it’s side near the wall in that case. It was sitting upright - a good 3-4 metres away from the wall. There is simply no way it could naturally have ended up where it was - without someone physically putting it there. But the building was locked, and we would definitely have noticed if it was there when we locked up the building and left, because we would have had to walk around it to leave the building.

This was about 20 years ago. It was a midwinter night in Massachusetts and it was cold as heck out. I was working as a cook and was closing up with my fiancee. We had just finished cleaning and were taking a moment to rest before leaving. We were sitting on the carpeted floor outside the kitchen in the large dining room. The chefs office was to our left with the heavy door open and their was a tiled hallway also to the left out of sight that led to the dining room. One of the parts of our closing down was to walk the building, check the bathrooms, and make sure everyone had left for the night before locking the doors and shutting everything down. I had just finished doing that before we sat down. As we talked we started hearing the clack clack of footsteps on the tile in the hallway. The kind of sound dress shoes make. And they were coming closer. They sounded like they had come out of the bathroom and were walking towards the dining room. Which was confusing, because I’d just checked. They kept coming. So we called out “Hello?”. Twice.
But there was no answer, and the footsteps continued. We perked up waiting for whoever it was to enter the carpeted dining room so we could see who it was. We heard the footsteps continue on closer until they were just outside the dining room. At which point they would have been visible, but on carpet. So there were no longer any footsteps, but there was also nobody there. That hallway entrance was about 20 feet away. We were startled and confused. We just sat there not sure what had just happened. A number of seconds passed (or about the time it would have taken someone walking at that pace to cross those 20 feet) and then suddenly there was a large gust of wind and the heavy door to the chefs office that was directly to our left slammed shut. We weren’t sitting any longer. We got up went out the back door, shutting the last lights off as we left and locked up and got the hell out of there. I don’t really believe in ghosts. Sometimes I’ve thought that what people call ghosts are just different realities or moments in time converging on each other. I don’t know what that was. But it was something. And it scared the shit out of us.

When I was a kid, middleschool or so, I would hang out on the computer in my dad’s room while he went out to the bar. So I’d just be up til 1 or 2 am watching Adult Swim and making nerdy websites on envy.nu. Normally I’d still be up by the time my dad got home, he would rap on the window to his bedroom window and I’d come unlock the door for him, that was standard.

One night, I was chillin doing my thing, when I heard a loud “KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK”, which to me sounded like it was on the bedroom door, but I thought I mustve misheard. I pushed apart the window curtains to see if he was at the window, he wasn’t. So I walk through the super dark hallway that freaked me out already which led to the front door. The porch light is on, and I don’t see him through the front door windows. I shrug it off and go back to the bedroom. Ten minutes pass, something like that. Again, another “KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK” on the door. These are obvious, unmistakable knocks. Almosy like a cop knock. I crack open the bedroom door, and again nothing. Now I was freaked, but I tried to keep my composure. Turned up the volume on Adult Swim to make myself feel a little less alone, and yet again, another couple of knocks on the door. At that set of knocks I jump into his bed and pull the covers over me, and went to sleep with the lights on.

My family on my dad’s side are all pretty superstitious, my grandma was from Louisiana and I think that maybe influenced it a bit. My dad, grandma, uncles, all had shared ghost stories so I grew up believing in them, and we all knew that house was super haunted. My dad, prior to this, had spent countless hours using makeshift ouija boards in the house so that was our explanation…so, to me, the fact that it seemed so real and the thought hadn’t even crossed my mind that it may have been a ghost, makes me feel like I wasn’t just hearing things and misinterpreted it. I’ve had other experiences in that house and other ones. But, it’s not every house that I get “ghost vibes” in, only particular ones.

The CEO of an unprofitable company went to war with the thousands of unpaid workers that keep his company running. Can’t explain that.

I saw the tide go in and tide go out.

I’ve seen a ufo. was a pretty cool experience.