I hope this isn't off topic, but I have a good ghost story that really happened to me.
When I was 12 we moved into a house that had previously been used by an out-of-town forwarding agency. The 2 rooms in the front were used as offices, and the rooms in the back were the employees' living quarters. One of the workers, named Manjarrez happened to die in the house. The remaining employees demanded to move somewhere else because Manjarrez's ghost would come at night and terrorize them. They felt him touching their bed covers or heard him working with his mechanical typewriter.
During the first year we spent there, on the first cold night of November, I very clearly heard the typewriter being used. But the sound didn't come from the front rooms, instead, it came from an old, cheap desk where my mother kept her OWN typewriter. The house was totally dark, everyone else was sleeping. Very scared but skeptical (not completely) of ghost appearances, I decided to investigate. There was nothing strange with our typewriter but the noise of someone typing was still there. Then I lowered my ear to the thin wooden boards of the desk and found they were creaking, probably due to the change in temperature.
It wasn't that similar to a typewriter, but in my nervous state I could almost hear the little bell sound at the end of each line.