when I was 9 (about 11 years ago), my family moved to a new house which my parents still reside in. The house was a rent house beforehand, the last renters told us the house was haunted, but it was a nice ghost who turned off lights and shut doors for you, etc. Naturally, we thought they were crazy. The first night, everyone heard someone playing pool in the gameroom, assuming it was someone else in the family. No one had played pool. The pool balls(which were originally on a rack on the wall) were scattered across the table and the cues set on the table the next morning. Several occurances of lights flickering and doors slamming shut and opening have happened since then. Everytime friends stayed the night, we'd sleep in the den. I'd hear someone pacing in the kitchen the entire night, never getting any sleep. My older sister always complained of hearing footsteps around her bed. My 2 sisters and I each had several nightmares about the place. My oldest sister dreamt it was our great grandmother. There are certain rooms we don't feel comfortable in alone and at night. One day, my sister and I were about to unlock the front deadbolt to get inside the house, as I moved my key towards the door, the door unlocked and swung open. We stood there for literally a minute just staring into the house, confused. Another time, I walked to the front door to lock and shut the door. As I reached the door, it being slightly opened, the door slammed shut and locked (the deadbolt). I assumed it was someone in the house, but I was wrong. Everyone else was sitting in the car in the street. About 1 am one night, I heard music playing outrageously loud from what I thought to be my sister's room. She ran into my room moments later asking if I turned on the radio in the gameroom. We were both a bit freaked out, of course, so we made our mom turn it off. When I'm there, I generally sleep with my door closed. Well, I fell asleep with the door open one night. I woke in the middle of the night, someone was definitely standing at my door. I thought it was my mother, so I yelled her name, telling her to stop staring at me and say something. My yelling woke my mother up, she was asleep in her bedroom. Just recently, about a month ago (a week before my grandfather died), my dad fell asleep in the den. He woke up and saw what he swears up and down to be his mother (my grandfather's late wife) walking across the room. Since then, my fear of certain rooms has sort of vanished. I don't really know much about this whole ghost thing, so any comments would be much appreciated!!