HAPPY ALL HALLOWS EVE!!!!

I shared this ghost story on FB and thought I'd share it here.  If you have a real ghost story, I'd love to hear it!

Several years ago my hubbie and I decided to go on a road trip from LA to Canada.  We started off like usual with some cash to spend, a road map (this was before i-phones or gps) and that's about it.  Gypsies at heart we trusted our instincts eating when we were hungry and checking in to motels when were tired. Starting off on the road with no real expectations we were on another adventure thinking we would hit the Oregon border in  2 maybe 3 leisurely days.  The second day on the road we hit some weather, kind of bad rain,  with fog through Northern California by the imposing Mt. Shasta.  We were so close to the border but the rain and fog was bad and we had to stop.  It was getting late.  In the middle of no where, somewhere between Mt.Shasta and the Oregon border we made our exit to the only motel we could find.....not the best or cleanest.......motel 6.   There was only one room available.  Checked in and got the keys to room 344.   Didn't feel right but what other option did we have but sleep in the car.  The clerk said something about the locks......okay.......didn't make sense at the time, but we were tired and just wanted a place to sleep.  Walked up 3 flights of stairs and get to the room.  First thing I notice:  2 dead bolts along with the regular lock on the dingy door and thick metal bars on the windows.  I look at the other room doors and windows and no such thing, only this room.  Strange.  Walk in.  Gross room and bathroom.....its pouring rain outside.....again better than nothing.  Husband says he'll be right back and goes to the nearest store for some smokes.  While he's gone, I climb into bed, turn on the tube and prepare for bed.  A few minutes later the windows shake and sound as if someone is trying to enter.   The curtains in the room flail wildly forward as if a fan had suddenly blown directly behind them.  Are the windows open I ask myself?   Is the air conditioning on?  No.    My heart drops and I know immediately what is happening.......it's happened all my life but to reassure myself I say "Chip, is that you?"           No reply.       Curtains violently russle.   I say, with my bravest voice " Be gone, go away, I'm not afraid of you!".   Curtains stop.   Heart pounding, I try to focus on the tv.   A few seconds later I hear what sounds like some one running outside the room, up and down the corridor only up on the floor above and then I see the door knob moving.  It moves forward and back, forward and back, forward and back.  Door moves as if someone is trying to get in without a key.   Heart pounding, again wishing it was my husband and knowing in my gut it wasn't, "Is that you Chip?".   No answer.  Now I'm getting mad.  This m-f-er is messing with me.   Don't know why I feel the need to argue with a ghost but I do.  Again I command it to leave and that I'm not afraid.   It finally dissapears,  hubbie comes back and I tell him the room is haunted.  He dose not believe me.   Next morning after I wake, husband (Chip) tells me that after I fell asleep, he kept hearing someone running very loudly outside our room and it sounded like it was on the level above.  Aggravated,  he went outside several times to see who it was but could never see anyone.  More importantly, there was no level above us and my new hiking boots were gone.  True story.