No problem Bengal, I'm glad you brought it back up.
I'll repost MY story....
Ok, here goes my very best story. It IS 100% true. I swear on EVERYTHING I love, that I will not fabricate, or exaggerate ANYTHING at all. I will tell the story EXACTLY as it is.
The story is set in the row homes of Southwest Philadelphia.
It was around 1990. I was about 12-13 years old.
I was sleeping over my very best friends house.
He had a greenish stain on the ceiling of his bedroom.
I asked him if his roof was leaky.
He then told me one of the most ridiculous sounding stories I had ever heard in my life.
The scary part started when I laughed out loud at him and his story.
He was ready to fight over it. Seriously ready to fist fight over me laughing at his story.
No joke.
How could you, or anyone blame me though?
He told me a miniature sized witch flew out of his ceiling from that spot, leaving the stain.
That's when I burst almost into tears laughing.
He told me as he was bolting out of his bedroom when it happened, he saw it fly up into his brother's bedroom ceiling and disappear as he was running down the stairs away from it.
He then took me into his brother's bedroom and showed me the same exact looking stain on his brother's ceiling.
There was NO way in the world I was EVER gonna believe that silly sounding story. NO WAY!!!
So, I decided to call him/It out.
We sat in his room and I said this..."If there is ANY type of spirit or ghost around in this house, make yourself known now. Otherwise it's just a crock of shtt". I said, " I'm gonna' count down from 10. If you don't show yourself, you're either not real, or just chicken shtt."
I did my countdown. When I got to 1....His whole bedroom started to vibrate/shake. It was insane. The antenna's on his TV were shaking like crazy.
We ran out of there so fast down the stairs screaming.
I NEVER doubted his crazy story EVER again.
Also, which should be noted....
Several years later, his father hung himself in that very basement.
After what I saw there that night, I swear it's related.