Do you believe in ghosts? Of course not. Who does? Ghost stories are so childish; the stuff horror movies and fiction are made of. But what if they were true? You don't believe in ghosts because you've never seen one. But then again, you don't see a ghost, you experience one. And what happens once you do? Would life ever be the same again? Would your answer still be no? We asked our friends and acquaintances about the paranormal activities they have witnessed. The answers we got game us goosebumps. These 10 uncanny real-life accounts of encounters with an unknown entity will send chills down your spine. But before you read them, make sure you're not alone.

This happened to my uncle. He was in Class 10 and had his Board Exams in a week. His tutor lived in another village across the river. Usually, he returned from her place at around 4 PM, but this time he got late (by village standards). It was around 8 PM and all the boats that ferried people across had left for the night. Not a soul was to be found. He waited for 30 minutes before deciding that he'd return to his tutor's place and spend the night there. But at that moment, he saw this lone boatman about to leave the muddy makeshift docks. He called out to him and the guy agreed to take him along, as he was going towards the other side anyway.

The guy refused to take money. Being a Class 10 student, my uncle didn't mind. Within 7-8 minutes, they had reached the other side. As my uncle got off the boat, he realized he had left his bag on it. He turned around and the bag was lying on the ground. Entirely wet. And so was his entire body. There was no boat or boatman.

During my hostel days, my friend and I hung out in my room a lot. After she retreated to her own room each night, I usually forgot to lock my door. One night around 2 AM, in my stupor, I heard the door creak. I shrugged it off thinking my friend was messing with me, so I called out to her. But even after a few minutes, the incessant creaking did not stop. So I stood up and walked towards the door and to my horror saw a silhouette swoosh by. I also suddenly realized that it was not windy at all, which could have explained the creaking. I nearly crapped my pants (and to think I love horror movies and swear by Stephen King). Naturally, I ran out screaming through the hallway, and did not sleep in my room that night.