One time in the middle of the night, I woke up and looked down at the end of the bed where my dresser was. Standing there was a figure in blue jeans and a leather jacket without a head. As I picked my head up further to look, the figure suddenly had a head and was staring right back at me. Then I sat up really fast and the figure almost jumped and scared me so bad that I slid backwards and gave myself a good thump on the head when I hit the wall. Thats when I realized that, damn it, it was my jeans, on the dresser, my jacket draped over my backpack on the dresser and the head was my own head in the mirror from me standing up...The next day I moved the dresser so I wouldn't have problems like that after a night of drinking...
But seriously...My house in College Station was haunted. No one ever saw the ghosts...but numerous people heard him and her and signs of activity.
One day, I had some friends coming over, so I hoped in the shower. They were already sitting in my living room when I got out and I had to ask wth they were doing in the house. They told me that someone had told them to come in and they heard the door unlock, so they made themselves at home in the living room (no one was home but me). They just figured it was me and then I ran to the shower.
I've also heard someone say "we're here" when my friends were on the way. So I went to the door and no one was there, but as I was about to close the door, my friends pulled into the driveway.
At least once a week, my brothers dog would start barking near one back window and then go crazy barking and jumping (very playfully, like when you just get home and she is exciting to see you) through the house on the same path while looking up all the way to the other side of the house. After my brother graduated and I had another roommate, her cat would follow the same path the house purring the whole time.
The stereo in the living room also would randomly turn on in the middle of the night to the same radio station about once a month at full blast.
And various other things like that would happen all the time. It was usually more weird than scary, but none of us really like to stay in that house alone at nights. I was really glad to be able to move out after 5 years of living there. I don't have experience any thing like that here in Houston.