I've had a few things happen to me over the years. I won't bore you with them all but here are a couple...
The first one was when I was about 4. I don't actually remember this happening but my mum, my dad, my uncle (mum's brother) and my aunt often spoke of that day.
My uncle and aunt lived in an old vicarage in a small village in Humberside as it was then. It was a beautiful Georgian house and it was reportedly haunted. They never had children of their own so had a menagerie of pets, dogs, cats, goats, peacocks...you name it, they rescued it. When we used to go and visit, one of the dogs, a border collie, was my shadow. He was the most gentle dog you could imagine but he would not go upstairs. He would sit at the foot of the staircase and growl. One day, my dad and uncle had gone into the nearest town and I stayed at home with my mum and aunt. My aunt went for a nap and I went upstairs to get some of my toys. A few minutes later, mum heard me walking around and singing to myself. She went to the foot of the stairs to listen to me singing and she saw the collie there, shaking with his tail between his legs. She cuddled him to calm him down and then heard someone start to sing with me. My aunt was fast asleep and there was nobody else in the house. Then she heard me talking to someone and two sets of footsteps come to the top of the stairs but she could only see me. As I came downstairs I asked my mum who the lady was that was stood next to me...but there was nobody there. My aunt and uncle decided to look into the history of the house and they found that one of the previous vicar's who had once lived there, was married with 9 children. One year there was an epidemic of some kind (possibly influenza) and all of their children died. Every single one of them. The lady who I saw, had and has been seen many times since and it's supposedly the mother of the children who died.
My uncle never actually saw the lady but he did hear her a few times. One night, one of the cats had got upstairs into my uncle's bedroom (they weren't allowed in the bedrooms) and he felt the cat jump up on his bed. He decided just this once he'd let the cat stay there but in the darkness, this voice said 'get down from there, you're not allowed in here' and the cat jumped down and went downstairs. It wasn't my aunt because she was snoring away oblivious to it all.
One of my cousins also heard her. He was a few years older than me and was messing about, running and vaulting over the landing and generally making a lot of noise. Suddenly he came tearing downstairs looking like he'd seen a ghost. He said he'd been about to do something a bit dangerous when a lady spoke to him in a very stern voice and said 'get down from there you stupid boy'. He was convinced it must have been his parents or my aunt and uncle but none of them had left the room. He never went upstairs again either.
My dad who didn't believe in ghosts, would wake my mum in the night to go with him to the toilet in that house and would insist on every light being switched on because he was so spooked...yet he was adamant he didn't believe in ghosts.
I also had a very strange dream which I can still picture in my mind now even though I was 6 when it happened (I'm 38 now). In my 'dream' I saw my Grandad, he was stood in a pub drinking a pint and he had his hat on (he always wore a hat when he went out, very similar to a trilby). As he lifted his pint he fell to the floor and I woke up screaming. Mum and dad rushed into my bedroom and I was sat upright staring straight ahead looking at my grandad and absolutely terrified. They couldn't see him and it confused them because my Grandad was alive. The settled me back to sleep and an hour later, just past midnight, the phone rang...it was the hospital. My Grandad had been into the pub for his nightly pint and had suddenly collapsed and died just as he lifted his pint, about an hour previously.