Okay, so this lady that my dad worked for, had a father who had died recently and in his will, he left her this really big old mansion. Well, when we got there we found out that the lady had found a map in the house that had secrets as to where the father had hid all of his riches and savings (father was divorced and didn't want half his shit going to his wife).
Thats when creepy shit started happening.
I went with my dad to this house. It looked like it was built in the late 1800's and was fucking massive. Old shit and dust everywhere. There were crazy tapestries, carpets, chandeliers, grandfather clocks, etc. The place just gave me the creeps from the start.
We start talking to the lady and she has the same feelings we do (creeped out as hell), and she wants us to try and repair the house, and allow us to live in it meanwhile.
My dad and I took up the offer (free old mansion to live in right?) while the lady lived somewhere else, chilling and shit.
A couple of nights after getting there though is when shit got weird. We would hear voices in the halls at night, stuff would be rearranged and just real sketchy. I woke up in the middle of the night, hearing a door slam. I look over my bedcovers and at the edge of my bed was a small figure.
At this point I am sweating like crazy and panicked. I could barely breath, and the temperature absolutely plummeted in the room. The figure just stood there. After a minute or so, I realize it is a ghost.
So I spoke to it, and asked it what its name was. It responded, 'Casper'. We became friends and had Halloween parties together in the house. It was mad chill. Real friendly ghost.