Okay when I first moved into my house it was a little weird I was freaked out. I slept in my new room for the first time. In the middle of the night things use to fall over and weird things would happen. I would have my friends come over and spin the night and I never told them I thought my house was haunted, but when they left my room they litteraly said dude your room freaks me out in the middle of the night I kept hearing things rustle around and I'm like uhhh yaa I think its haunted to and they would freak at me. Okay well my sister moved out and I got a new room and its her old one. I moved in there and the first night from around 3 to for a.m. Things would knock over and everything would go weird in my room. Lights turn off and on computer turns off when I'm watching a movie and I would hear tapping. I told myself it was nothing and laid down to go to bed. When I closed my eyes for a minute or two I opened them to see a tall man in a black trench cloak standing near my door holding my door nob. I said to myself o hell no and I stood up. When I stood up he took his hand off my door nob and looked up at me. I stopped and paniced in my head. I reached to close the door and he disappeared. Fear went through my head at that point. Not like as in OMG I GOT TO GET OUT OF HERE just a simple o god I'm getting haunted. Well my best friend I didn't tell her about it but she saw him one day and described him the same way I saw him. That's when I said wow I'm not the only one. We would get haunted by him for so long and it freaked me out. He would scratch me shove me over throw things off myself and everything. My mom doesn't believe me. So I asked my grandma because she lived there before me. She said my aunt knows about a person who died there. I was a little freaked out. So I went and asked my aunt and she told me to ask my cousin. My cousin lived there before me with his best friend. Well his best friend is like my brother and well he had the room I'm in now. My cousin told me about his friend/my bro seeing a guy in a black trench coat in his door way (the exact spot I saw the man standing in the door way) and that's when I freaked out. I explained to him that I told my mom and grandma about me seeing that exact man before he described it to me. My brother saw him stand in the door way. My brother said for him to go away but then the black man in trench coat lifted his arms up at him. My brother then grabbed a gun and pointed at the wall because the figure of the black man he saw disappeared. I don't know what it was about my brother the ghost didn't like but he did not like him. My brothers issue happened around 3 to for a.m like mine did. Then when I went home with my friend the next day around 3 a.m me and my friend were still up but when we walked in my room we saw a man standing stairing in our window off to the side in the corner. We flipped out and screamed. My dad ran in and said what and when we looked at the window it was gone. We looked out and there was not even a clue of him being there. Well we went to bed after that but we covered the window with blankets. When we fell asleep I was half asleep and my friend wasn't. My friend then shoved me a little bit and said hay do you see that in the corner of the wall. I looked over and began to cry really bad. It was a pure black man on our celing. I was scared out of my mind then. He was pure black no cloths just a smooth figure. He had longgg fingers that went to a point. His hands were placed firmly on the celing and one foot on one wall and the other on the other one. He was just standing there up at the corner of my wall. I was scared to death. He didn't really have a face but he had eyes that looked like two little holes in his head that made him have a blank stare. He stood there and didn't move. We went and hid under the covers till we then looked out to see if he was gone. It was a bad mistake. The figure with a pure stare was standing right over us. I think like hovering but his blank eyes were stairing strait into mine. My friend was still under the covers but I didn't say a think. I felt like I had no way of talking. I was silent until I hid back under the covers.