Since it is now the ~spooky~ season of October, I thought I'd share some spooky encounters of my own. Not everyone believes in ghosts, but I sure do. From binge-watching "Ghost Adventures" to seeing ghosts face-to-face, I have no doubt that ghosts exist.

When I was younger, my dad, sister, and I lived in yellow apartment buildings that were right across the road from Mount Olivet Cemetery. Creepy, right? My dad said that I was about 3 years old at the time and was downstairs playing with all of my toys. Suddenly, I ran up the stairs to my mom and dad in somewhat of a panic and said "Daddy! There's a man downstairs!" Frightened by what I had said to them, we all went downstairs and saw no sign of the alleged man in our living room. When my dad asked me where the man went, I looked at him and calmly said, "Through the wall."

About 3 years later, my dad moved into a house on the south side of town that looked a tad unsettling. It didn't look like it would be haunted–it just looked very gloomy from the outside. On the inside, though, it was BEAUTIFUL. It seemed like a pretty normal house, but after a while, we learned that we weren't the only ones who inhabited it. Everything started out pretty normal, then one night after we all went to sleep, we heard the sound of footsteps running up and down the stairs. My dad went to go check, but there was no one there and the front door was still locked. Once he began up the stairs, we heard beeping coming from the kitchen. We went to check it out and once again, no one. This time, though, the beeping continued even when we were in there. We walked over to the microwave and noticed random numbers popping up on the screen. My dad had enough of this, unplugged the microwave, and went back to bed.

The next night I stayed at my dad's, I slept with him. I was scared about what happened the last time. It was about 3 A.M. when I suddenly woke up out of nowhere. It was really, really cold in the room–which was strange since it was the dead of summer with all of the windows open. When I looked into the bathroom, I was taken aback in shock. A lady with short black hair and glasses began to walk towards the bed. She was very pale; Almost translucent. I thought I was dreaming, but I looked over and noticed that my dad was awake and encountering the same thing that I was. She walked over to his side of the bed, sat there, and just stared at him. We were both frozen with fear and shock. We couldn't do anything but lay there. After what felt like a lifetime, she viciously stood up and began to try to rip the comforter off of the bed. My dad, still frozen with fear, held tight onto the blanket to try and stop her. Finally, she let go and appeared to just vanish.

That was the only time I had ever encountered the translucent lady, but the footsteps and the microwave buttons continued almost every other night. I began staying there less and less, but now that I am older, I wish I would've stayed there more.