I love that radio show. My SO got me hooked about a month ago. He's been a guest on there before (he has a degree in metaphysics).
Here's my ghost story (I have several). The first 4 happened all within a few days of each other in my new apartment:
The SO was visiting, and we had my laptop on the floor next to the bed (we were listening to coasttocoast, the show on "Modern Vampires"), and the lights were all out in the room, and the only light in the room was from the laptop. I had fallen asleep next to my SO, and I have a habit of pushing him out of the bed when I am asleep. He was in mid-fall to the floor when he looked up and saw a bearded man with red hair wearing a uniform standing in the glow from the screen. The ghost was smiling at the computer. Apparently, he was enjoying listening to the show. My SO woke me up, asking me if I had seen what he saw. Freaked me out.
Then, a few days later, my 4 year-old daughter and my SO were sitting on the bed waiting for me to get out of the bathroom (I was putting on makeup so we could go), I walked out, and my SO was pale and looked completely freaked out, and my daughter said, "Mommie, who was that?" I looked at my SO, and he said, "Baby, I am being really serious right now, okay. I am not even joking. You have a real haunting in your apartment, because me and [daughter] both saw the same ghost again." My daughter had seen the ghost first, because while I was in the bathroom, she had asked my SO, "Who's that man?" My SO saw him, too, and he said that the ghost had walked out of the bathroom--WHILE I WAS IN IT! The ghost had walked out of the bathroom, looked at my SO, and then walked through the wall into the apartment next to me.
That night, the SO and I were laying in bed, and I kept hearing a strange noise in the bedroom. It kind of sounded like my SO when he shakes his foot in the covers (he says that it helps him fall asleep). Well, it wasn't him, because he had stopped moving his foot, and I was still hearing the noise. I kept telling him to stop whatever it was he was doing, and he said that it wasn't him, and he was laying perfectly still. He thought I was losing my mind. I was trying to keep him awake because I didn't want the "boogey man" to get me. lol He was threatening to sleep on the couch if I didn't stop, and I was already laying back down with the covers and my hands up to my chin, laying perfectly still. He then demanded that I let go of his ankle--I wasn't holding his ankle unless my foot suddenly turned into a monkey foot. He sat straight up in bed because he thought I had tried to pull him out of by by his ankle. Then, I felt someone/thing grab and pull on my foot.
The next day, I was again in the bathroom, and I saw the bathroom doorknob shake a little in the door frame, turn slowly, and then stopped. It turned slowly again, and stopped. Turned again, and then the door slowly opened. As it was opening, I said, "You know, you're not very good at sneaking up on people." Then, the door stopped opening. I jerked the door open, and there was no one there. I hadn't realized that my SO had gone to the store, and my daughter was in school at the time.
When I was a kid, my family had bought a house and renovated it. In my bedroom, I had a few strange things happen to me. I had a double (or full) size bed. I would sleep on the side of the bed that was the furthest away from the door. Every night, I could and "feel" someone walk into the room, but no one was ever there, but things on my dresser and night stand would be moved around. There was one night, that I felt someone slowly lay in the bed next to me, I then felt them turn towards me and whisper my name in my ear. There was more than one occasion that I would intentionally vaccum my floor just before I would go to bed, and the next morning, I would see footprints that would lead into the wall. There were also many nights that I would see the faintest human figure that would pace up and down the hall. I would also hear things. We would leave the house and come back home, and hte kitchen cabinets would be open. Alot of strange things happened in that house. My mom later (just a few months ago) told me that the family that lived there before us had a teenage son that shot and killed himself in what was my bedroom--I had found a bullet hole in the window in my room, and she wouldn't tell me how it had gotten there.
Some other things that have happened to me have been throughout my life. I think this post is long enough, so I will just give blurbs. I saw my mom's BF a few nights after he was killed in a plane crash. There has been more than one occassion that I have felt the presence of both my great-grandfater (I have a "young" family, and my great-grandfather would be the same age difference as most people's grandfathers) and my great-aunt. My cousin's husband has seen my great-aunt. He was brushing his teeth, and when he looked in the mirror, he saw her sitting on the bed twirling her hair on her finger like she always did. He had never met her, nor had he seen a picture of her at that time (he and my cousin were just dating at the time). He gave my cousin a full, exact description of my great-aunt.