Story Number One: As a teen, I worked in a restaurant which was located in and built up around an old farmhouse. The oldest part of the house was a log cabin which was built in the 1790s by a locally prominent farming family, back in a period when there were still Shawnee raids. In fact, the old family graveyard was ten yards from the grease dumpster - it was overgrown, but some of the graves were still visible, and there were two inscribed Revolutionary War era headstones still legible. All kinds of weird tales were talked about by the staff - dining rooms in older sections set up, but disorderly the next day, and one hardbitten waitress had actually seen an apparition sitting in an empty room at a table, only to disappear (she was still working there at the time I was there). All too frequently, I'd latch up the window over the Pot Sink in the kitchen at night, only to find it wide open the next day. One night, full of the bravado of 17 years, I was standing outside the room where the apparition had been seen (this was in the area of the log cabin), and was talking to another of the waitresses, a 60 year old lady, and mocking the ghost tales. It was empty. I was laughing, and saying they were spreading tales to mess with us, and she was denying it. All of a sudden, we both heard a noise, and looked into the room. A spoon came up off a table 15 feet away from us, and flipped a good 5 feet away from where it started. We both bolted for a room where there were lots of folks. Later, after it was sold and remodeled and I moved on, my folks went to eat there (it was about two weeks after reopening). The waitress was friendly, and without prompting, related how she nearly fell down the stairs with a tray, yet a set of unseen hands caught her - while no one was on the steps with her.
Second story - Last year, I took my family to DisneyHell®. On the drive back, we stopped to stay a night at a very exclusive sport resort at a place called Barnsley Gardens at Adairsville, Georgia, midway between Atlanta and Chattanooga. It was gorgeous. They had built one if the world's great small hotels by laying out cottages around an antebellum ruin - they'd even laid a proper floor in the ruin and lit the fireplaces at night - even though it was open to the sky. We stayed in a refurbished house closest to the ruin, the cottage we stayed in was 2 stories, about 2000 square feet, and was originally built in 1840 as one of the auxiliary homes on the property. That night, we put the kids to bed in the upstairs bedroom (very nicely appointed - this is a 5 star place, with a designer golf course, clay tennis courts, Orvis certified fly fishing, skeet and trap, and a world class restaurant - $750 a night for our room). I lit the fire in our bedroom fireplace, locked the deadbolts, and was closing the bedroom door when my wife and I both heard a loud noise. My wife asked what the noise was, and I said "beer cans shifting in the sink", even though I knew better. She knew I was snowing her, and said "you want to check that out?" I said "no, but I will anyway". I flipped every light switch there was, and went out. Sure enough, both the front and back deadbolts were open - as I knew they would be, since that was the sound I had heard when I locked them. There wasn't a soul out and about - it was 11:30 PM, so nobody had come by to unlock them - not at the same time. I relocked them, came to bed, and all night, we heard noises from the main living area. Luckily, I was tired, so I was able to sleep. The next morning, the kids reported hearing a slam and some noises in the night from inside the house. We talked to the folks at the stable the next morning, who confirmed that there were lots of stories from that cottage. When we got our film back, we had at least one good vortex shot, and at least one "something" that was between the plane of a window and a tree outside.
Story Three - Last year, when looking at the ghost cam in the Evansville Library, my oldest daughter pointed out a floating book in an empty area.