Ghostly Events Build Up To Nothing?

This is the first time I've decided to share one of my two experiences, so I'll try to keep it interesting.

My name's Jamie, I live in a town East of Glasgow. I have had two experiences as I said. One in Glasgow, and the other in my own room. As you probably guessed, this is the one in my room. The Glasgow one may be told later.

Anyway, my town dates away back to the Roman era. I'm not 100% on all of the history, but I think they key reason is because it's near the Antonine wall. There are a few ghost stories revolving around my town, all of which I take a lot of interest in, but I wasn't quite expecting this.

I had always experienced the usual odd noises and the like when I was younger. But growing up I never ever questioned it, until summer of 2009.

As it was my exam time, I was home alone a lot. I remember sitting watching the telly when I heard the front door lock. It's one of the mechanisms where, when it's unlocked, the lever is down. You pull it down a bit more and it springs up and locks, though pressure has to be applied. With no physical pressure pushing it down, it won't lock. This was when I started to believe there was something in my house. It happened quite frequently, my stubborn skeptical friend continuously said, "It's just a rusty spring." I'm open to the views of skeptics and atheists, but I don't often see a spring rust away then suddenly 'spring' back into action, not to mention it's on a latch, which has little to do with a spring.

Anyway, come around October, I went to Florida for two weeks, and when I got home, I don't recall having heard it since. Not a great deal happened until summer last year (2013, in case you happen to be reading in 2017 or something).

Again I was home alone, now unemployed, so I found myself there a lot. Suddenly, I heard loud beeping coming from my mum and dad's room. I went through to find what it was. It turned out to be the phone having a number dialed in and the noise was the engaged tone. The thing is about that, no one else was in the house. I hadn't noticed it before, even though I never left my room, and my mum and dad are very unlikely to leave an engaged number on the phone. So that was a bit daunting. I never took note of the number as I never thought it was relevant at the time.

I actually believe it was the same night, or following morning, around 5:30ish AM. I was lying in my bed, very frustrated that I couldn't sleep. Due to my small room, I have one of the beds that is like a top bunk with a desk underneath. All of a sudden, my door opens and in walks a black figure and it stands at my ladder, but doesn't actually look at me.

In my frustration, I thought it was my brother and said (WARNING, swearing) "Oh, for f*ck sake, go back to bed. Go away!" Where it just turned, walked out my room and shut the door.

When I awoke the following afternoon, I started piecing 1 and 1 together. My brother is an unbelievably heavy sleeper, he does not sleepwalk. My mum and dad are a bit shorter and WOULD NEVER let me get away with swearing at them.

My room is always illuminated by the street lights outside. This figure was just sheer blackness, but it did look like it had definitions of a human.

The main thing I'm a bit iffy about though, people normally say when a ghost is present, they feel sad, happy, or something like that. I didn't feel anything. After all, I swore at it mistaking it for my brother. But since then, not a notable thing has happened in this house.

So there it is. I'm not the best at telling stories, but hey, I gave it a bash. I'd love to hear what folk who read this think and have to say. Maybe someone has a clue as to if it had any kind of intentions or what?

Anyhow, thanks for giving it a read!