Section One -
My family and I rented an old farmhouse, that was built around the late 1800's in Pittsburgh, PA. This was back in the late 1970's while my children were still very small and I was younger and very naive (this is besides the point).
I felt uneasy from the day we moved in but I blamed it on the fact that we were pretty isolated, I was estranged from my relatives and we had just moved from the city. The house had four entrances, two on the side porch, main entrance in the front and a back entrance by the kitchen - the front and back entrances led upstairs at opposite ends of the house. These steps each had their own "happenings" and each time I used the steps in the front of the house I had a bad feeling - warning me never to use these particular steps when it was dark.
One time I awoke and could not sleep, some time around 3:00 a.m. I grabbed a book and proceeded to go into the living room and sat down near the closed door that led to the front hall and "the staircase" and began to read. I heard faint noises coming from outside of the door and suddenly I felt terrified, I knew something was slowly coming down those steps!
The closer it got the more terrified I got - I couldn't move!! Meanwhile my dog was sleeping across the room, to make matters worse she jumped up, growling and snarling and barred her teeth at me, the hackles of her coat were straight up - I knew at any second something was going to float through that closed door.
I started screaming at the dog and told her to stop it and lay down - (but really I was yelling to whatever was going to float through that door). After a few seconds I felt what ever it was go away and the dog settled down and started acting normal again. When I told my then husband he thought I was crazy ... but shortly after that more strange things started to happen. I never again got out of bed when I couldn't sleep.
Section Two -
Prior to my ghost on the stairs, my daughter, who was around 4 years old at the time, kept telling me of the man that was dressed in a suit and would stand at the bottom of her bed watching her at night.
Her room was basically a very large hall way outside my bedroom but still very near the doorway that led to the "upstairs" front steps. She now states that he wore a dark suit and stood with his back to the bathroom door - (I kept the light on in there at night because of her fears).
My son was only a small baby but to this day claims a man floated into the bedroom - up to his crib - smiled at him and then floated out the door. This was back in the late 1970's - yet when he and his sister started talking about this recently they both described the exact same man that they saw.
Shortly after the incident on the stairway I awoke one morning to find all my kitchen cabinet doors open to exactly the same precise angle - each and every one of them. I can tell you that was a one heck of a spooky greeting.
My laundry room was located upstairs in the back of the house, one day while carrying clothes upstairs for laundry I heard the dog walking up the steps behind me (or so I thought) I was talking to her as I climbed the stairs and I felt her brushing against my leg - but when I got upstairs and turned around nothing was behind me!!! The dog had been outside all the time!!!
We moved eventually and bought a house - unfortunately the farmhouse was torn down and the land was subdivided for a housing plan. I often wonder if there are any strange or perculiar events still going on anywhere in the new development.