I have had a lot of experiences but the strongest was in San Antonio Texas.  My sister lived in an apartment that had a mirror at the bottom of the stairs.  I kept seeing a little boy walk down the stairs in the mirror.  She took it down.  Her daughter played upstairs all the time but her sons would not even sleep upstairs in their rooms.
 One day I sort of tranced out and started speaking Spanish. A friend who spoke Spanish was there, we didn't know Spanish.  I told a story of a duenna who saw three men with masks ride up and set the house on fire. She got the children out but went back for the maid and they burned up in the fire.  The duenna was engaged to be married and her fiance was riding the day before their wedding and hit his neck on a tree branch and died.  The maid hated men.  Her name was Maria. She told us to look for the letter upstairs.  They had to slap me to bring me out of it.  We went upstairs but didn't find a letter.  On the way back down we saw on the wall, a big red M written in lipstick .
   In the same apartment but on a different day, my sister and I both had a bad feeling and got out.  We heard horses clopping and in the upstairs window, the shade was pulled but we could see a candle burning, where there was none, and the shadow of two people.  So I do believe in ghosts.