Two Houses

I am 19 years old, and in my life I have lived in two houses that one could make an argument for being haunted.
The first, and this is all from information from my parents, was a quiet little house in a subdivision with a lot of houses. There were simple little things, like seeing things out of the corner of your eyes and the like. The two biggest incidences were like this:
One evening, my father was watching a football game, and somehow the channel on the television changed. He changed it back (attributing it to power surges), but immediately, it changed back. It went on a couple of more times, and stopped when Dad left the room.
Second refers to when I was little. I have no memory of this, but my mother says I had a friend that I would play with. Mom at first though that she was my imaginary friend, but one day she saw her (my friend) too. We were playing outside while mom was working in her garden. I went in to get something. Mom turned around a second later, and the little girl was gone. (This is where my only memory of this comes in). I came out and Mom said she had gone home. (My memory, though, recalls it being my best friend. It could be a different incident).
Mom didn't think of it until a few years later, when she looked out in the back yard, and saw my little sister playing with the very same girl, wearing the same clothes she had been when I was playing with her. Mom looked down for a second, and when she looked back up, the girl was gone, and my little sister (who was about four) was looking around for the little girl. My sister has no memory of this, either.
We moved to the house I lived in until college when I was about ten or eleven years old. The main story here is like the previous house, you would see things out of the corner of your eye, etc. There are a couple of occasions, though, where you can make a real case. A few weeks after we had moved into the house, my Dad, our dog Molly and I were in the downstairs TV room. At the same time, our attention was diverted out into the basement. Dad said we both saw this guy in a big army outfit (I thought it was just green). What got us both, though, was the fact that our dog Molly went out barking, looking for the "ghost." I went out into the basement, and there was nothing there except a strange eerie feeling.
Plus, there's a black cat that shows up every once in a while. I think it scared my sister so much that she got me to trade rooms with her, because I would wake up on occasion and look up on my bookcase and see a pair of yellow cat eyes staring at me. (I sleep with the door and windows closed, so there's no way for the cat to get in, and no light for the eyes to reflect.) Plus, I've seen the cat in the kitchen, sitting on the table staring at me, and that's the strangest thing. It just looks at you, and when you look away and look back quickly, it disappears.
The last incidence is when I was home for Christmas this past year. My parents and sister had gone to our relatives' house for New Years, and I was awake the night before New Years, reading or something at about 2 in the morning. I heard something come up the stairs toward my room. For some reason, I got really edgy, and I immediately picked up the softball bat I had had out for some reason. But then I heard footsteps run down the stairs. Imagine this, a big 18 (I was 18 then) year old guy, scared to look out his door, holding a softball bat ready to strike. When I heard the steps coming up again, and I came out of the room, my nerve regained. As soon as I stepped out of the room, the steps stopped, and I didn't hear them again. I turned on the light, and there was nothing there. Well, those are my ghost stories. Every once in a while, I'll still get a strange feeling and the hairs on my neck will stand on end. Even now, when I go home, there are times I don't like being alone in a room.

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