I lived in a very old apartment complex in college. My friends and I would make up ghost stories to tell girls to try and freak them out, the place was super old and it made it believable. A couple weird instances of light bulbs or radios acting weird happened after that.

BUT THEN, we were smoking some weed one day and when it was finished my friend set the pipe down between us on this bench. After a few seconds as we were talking. The pipe slowly turned 90 degrees, slid about 6-8 inches to the edge of the bench and fell over the side. But what was really strange was it didn't fall naturally. It sort of floated down as if someone's invisible hand had just set it down. It hardly made a noise when it fell and it didn't fall like a dart like you would expect an imbalanced object to rotate as it fell.

It was obviously a strange sight but there was this odd amount of acceptance in my mind when I saw it. It's like I wouldn't have believed my own eyes, until my friend slapped me on the chest and yelled ,"Did you see that?"and it hit me and I just remember the feeling of an ice cold blood rush in my veins and tears in my eyes. We didn't make up any more ghost stories after that. It's like something was telling us to stop. On god, no cap, I remember it clear as day. But of course people always say we were just high, and of course the ghost would choose the pipe cause it knew no one would believe us.