I have too many, but one that happened I no one will believe, but it still creeps me out when I think about it 30 years later.
Me and two of my best friends were walking down the street of Adamstown, PA, one late fall evening. The only thing to do for 15 year olds in that town was to go to the YMCA.
We were half way there when we notice someone in a white dress walking on the other side of the street in our direction. After a few feet, we notice it's a woman in a wedding dress. We can't stop staring at her and we're asking questions anyone would ask like, "What the blank is she doing?"
She is still heading towards us and is directly across the street as we near the YMCA and we are staring and can't take our eyes off it because it makes no sense. Why would a woman be walking along in a wedding dress on a weeknight at this time of night alone?
She had a veil over her face and the lace in the arms of the dress was wisping slowing in the wind like white tendrils. We couldn't see her feet because the dress was dragging on the ground, but I'd swear to this day it seemed like she was floating.
When she got directly across from us, we finally looked away as we neared the Y, but at the bottom of the steps, not 5 seconds later, we looked back for her and she was gone. Poof! Just vanished.
We looked at each other and just screamed like girls and ran into the building. It still creeps me out when I think about it.
About a month after that, my parents bought a book on local ghost stories and sure enough, what did I find in it? The story of the Bride of Adamstown. A woman whose husband died on their wedding day and she supposedly still walks the streets in search of him.
I can tell you personally, there is no supposedly about it. She still does it.