lol ok, couple more...
During University I was based in a similar old city and, due to being part of an international exchange program, I ended up staying in University Halls for the last two years. The block I was in consisted of 3 floors, separated into two almost adjoining buildings. Each floor had 5 rooms that joined in one long corridor. The floors had a large stairwell (behind fire doors) that connected them and on each floor, between the two 'sides' of the building was a kitchenette area. In my second year I was, when looking at the building, on the left hand side, middle floor, closest to the kitchen. The left side was furthest from the main university paths, other buildings etc. In my third year I literally went to the same room but on the right hand side of the building, so the other side of the wall. For the whole of my third year I chose to use the furthest stair well. Whenever I entered the building I kept my keys in my hand (no matter what time of day) and would quickly unlock my door and enter my room. Once inside my room I'd feel warm and safe but outside my door I would feel like someone was in the kitchenette area watching me...a 'man'. I would have dismissed it as paranoia or over active imagination except that 6 months in my two best friends were discussing the block and both independently said that they too used the far stairwell and felt a male presence watching them. They would call to tell me they were coming around so they didn't have to wait outside my door for long. Odd!
Probably the strangest university experience was actually more my friends than mine. In the second year I was sat on my bed (yep same block) watching tv when one of my now best friends and her housemate popped by. I don't remember much about this but my friend, K, states that I sat on the bed and glared at the other girl, L, for the entire time she was there (REALLY not like me, especially as I knew the girl and quite liked her). She also said I had wrapped my arms around myself and backed into the corner of my bed/wall the whole time as if I was cold....it was late spring and 3pm.

I really don't remember doing it but they left and I do remember relaxing after they'd gone. The next day K came around to tell me the problems she was having. Apparently L in her stupidity had decided, the night before they popped around, to go to a local field which was believed to have a history of occult witchcraft and 'summon' the spirits. Whatever she did seemed to have followed her home because they started having all sorts of trouble in the house, messages written on mirrors in locked rooms, things moving about, etc, etc. A mutual friend was a wiccan so he put charms on K's door and she was ok after that by K is certain that I was glaring and backing away from L because she had something with her at the time

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When I was a US exchange we were again in university halls and whilst I never saw anything precisely or heard anything we had some odd things go on. There were four of us and we had two rooms with a shared lounge/sitting area in the block. Our room section was at the end of a long bendy corridor. Almost straight away we had things going missing to the point we started accusing each other, until alibis were discovered. We were all out one day and two of the girls came back early to find an entire packet of cereal had been taken out of one of the bedrooms and thrown all over the lounge. The doors were all still locked so we have no idea what/who did that.

We did hear one story from some of the guys further along the corridor though. Just before our room the corridor bent in a Z type bend, with only our room on the end bit. One of the guys said he and a couple of his roommates saw an old woman walking along the corridor. She passed their room and continued into the 'z' bend. He knew we were all out so he decided to go tell her we weren't there but when he came around the 'z' there was no one there. So unless she went through a wall and down 3 floors she vanished. We'd not told anyone else about the odd things going on in our room by this point so we know he wasn't trying to tease us.
We moved to the house I now live in 14 years ago. It's on the edge of a turning circle in the middle of a quiet road. In the house diagonally opposite there used to be some young kids, so I was asked to babysit one night. All was fine and the kids went to sleep so I was sat watching tv in the front room. To my left was a window to the driveway and the front door was just next to the front room but in the hallway. I heard someone walk up the driveway so thinking it was the parents coming home I walked to look out the front door. There was no one there. Assuming I was hearing things I went and sat back down. Then I heard footsteps on the driveway again so I went back to the front door and looked out through the door window (small 1ft across round one) again. Still no one, so I went and sat back down again. For the next ten minutes I heard, on and off, the sound of someone on the driveway hovering by the front door. I admit I was too much of a wuss to open the big front room curtain but I did look out the door window several times. No one said anything, no one knocked, no one rang the door bell. It eventually stopped but 30 minutes later I heard someone walking across the landing in the hallway. Thinking it was one of the kids I went to check but both were fast asleep. I checked around but everything was still locked up and secure, so I went back to the front room and turned the tv up a bit, now very freaked. Luckily the parents arrived home about a hour later and I never had to sit on the kids again because they moved not long after. VERY odd. Although I've never had anything in my house my friend (whose gran was a psychic) freaked me out once by saying 'someone just walked into your house'. I was all 'huh?' thinking she meant a real person but she said, oh no, it was just a man and he passed straight through and carried on walking. FREAKED me though lol. She thinks that my house is fine but she also thinks there probably is something (non malevolent) in the house opposite.
Although I can't give details, the building I worked in for several years has 4 ghosts. The basement is most active and has two kids who play with items, cd players, call your name, etc. I saw the girl just once and she was about 10 years old, long dark wavy hair and work a victorian style smock dress. I've heard them and seen glimpses of them several times though. There is also a woman who is only occasionally there and a man who, whilst he has never done anything, makes you know he's around by making you feel very uncomfortable/threatened.
That's pretty much it for me but I have a couple of fun friends ones...
One of my mum's friends lived in a big old country house. A few months after they moved in their daughter, who was 4 I believe, came into their room at night and said 'Mum, dad, can you make the little boy in my room go away because his crying is keeping me awake'.
One of my favourites, and this is also well known, was told to my by a friend's father. He actually runs ghost tours in York but he heard this story from the man directly involved. There are a lot of old buildings in York and one day a man was working down in the basement of one of these buildings. I forget if he was a plumber or electrician but I think he was a plumber. Anyway, he kept hearing what sounded like a car horn. The noise grew louder and louder til it sounded so close that he turned around. Out of the wall opposite he saw a troop of men, complete with one horse, walk out of the wall and cross the basement before disappearing into the wall on the other side. Although he was shocked it took them several seconds to walk the distance so he was able to get a lot of detail. He memorised what they were wearing, emblems, etc and even described that the noise he was hearing was coming from a large round, strange looking horn. He said they all had a despondent air about them and they were covered in mud, including the horse. But the most surprising thing about them was that he could only see them all from about the knees up.
Well, understandably freaked out he told people about this and most of them laughed it off. The man went on to become a policeman and it was in this capacity that he met my friends father, when he went to tell a group of students to quieten down a little (my friends dad was one). It was also then, as it was a cold wintery night, that he sat with the students and told them this story. Anyway, quite a while after the incident in the basement, the plumber/policeman happened to tell a historian about what he'd seen and the historian was instantly interested because the plumber had described details specific and not well known, to a Roman legion. The horn he had described was even a roman military horn. The only unusual fact, besides the missing legs, was that the soldiers were dirty for the Romans were usually quite well presented. They went back to the building and eventually the basement was dug up. About 1-2 feet below the basement's current floor they found remains of an old Roman road. No one knows for sure who the Romans were but it is locally believed that they were part of the 9th Legion, which unusually and mysteriously vanished into history not long after leaving York.
Ok, last little one to leave you with chills. I heard this one on a ghost tour in Nottingham so it isn't mine and I don't know anyone directly involved but it's spooky and stayed with me. A man was driving one night from Derby to Nottingham where he had been in business meetings all day. About halfway between the two cities he saw a young girl (late teens) stood by the side of the road in the rain looking sad. As it wasn't a safe place he stopped and asked if she was ok. She said she had lost her friends and didn't know how she was going to get home so he offered her a lift. He drove her to Nottingham and she barely spoke the whole way other than to give him the address and offer her thanks. As he dropped her at her house he watched her walk up to the front door before he drove off. However, when he got home he found her coat on the front passenger seat. The following week he was due to repeat his journey so he figured he'd just go back to her house and return it then. So the following week he headed back to the address walked up to the front door and rang the bell. An older woman answered the door and he said 'I'm sorry to bother you but I'm the man who gave your daughter a lift home last week and I'm afraid she left her coat in my car so I'm just returning it. The woman looked at him puzzled and said I think you have the wrong house. So the man went on to describe the girl, thinking she must at least be a neighbour. After hearing the description the woman looked at the coat and burst into tears. She went on to explain that her daughter had died when hit by a car, whilst walking home from a party where she'd argued with her friends, five years earlier. She'd died instantly at the roadside near the place where the man had 'picked her up' just a week earlier. But what was stranger was that the only item of hers that they had not found at the accident, was her coat.
