I don't know if I have anything cheery....just odd. Just came back from Mom's house and I'm now bona fide sure it is haunted! Furthermore, I'm pretty sue it's Dad.
The house is a big wooden ramshackle thing over 100 years old which has been in the family since it was converted from a barn. (So, yes, I did grow up IN a barn) Dad died about 7 years ago and Mom has been rambling about in her childhood home comfortably as it's her second skin. Lately due to her advancing Parkinsons she has been having falls and in the interim when she's in the hospital (and even when she's not) I've gone up to visit and stay and help out with paperwork and maintenance.
The first incidence which was weird was I was reading in the room directly above the kitchen one night and distinctly heard the cast iron furniture in the breakfast dining nook being dragged about the floor downstairs as if someone pushed the chair back, stood up and then pushed the chair back under the table.
The second incidence was I was in the back bedroom and heard the light switches on the landing being flipped. These are not the flimsy plastic switchplates that you find nowadays, but big brass switches that have a very distinct one-of-a-kind sound when tripped.
This last trip up I decided to enjoy the creature comforts of the master suite (the only room in the house with cable TV) and set up camp there while Mom was in the hospital. After an evening of working on my laptop, I unplugged it and then very deliberately plugged the extension cord that powered the answering machine, portable phone handset station and Life Alert into the wall. At 3:03 a.m. on 10/13 all sorts of chaos broke loose on the desk. The answering machine was beeping and the phone was chirping. I unhooked myself from my CPAP (so, no, I wasn't sleepwalking) and went over to the desk. The extension cord was nearly pulled out and dangling at a very odd angle! Now, logic tells me that it wouldn't take 5 hours for gravity to assist a plug falling out of a socket (if that is at all possible). Logic also tells me that if that plug were in that position that all the commotion would've happened a lot earlier due to unstable electrical currents. I wasn't frightened by this, but rather annoyed as I don't sleep well at my folks house anyway (go figger) and slumber is a precious commodity that I enjoy not having interrupted. <(thankfully, my husband understands this and lets sleeping Wifey be as much as possible)
I actually didn't think much more about the incident until I got a call from Life Alert the next morning that they were getting a low battery signal from the unit. I then called my sister and mentioned the goings on and she was kind of flummoxed about the freaky event and then postulated that maybe that's why Mom's recent companion dog Daisy was always so sensitive, shy, timid and shaky in the house. (Sis is watching Mom's dog who, miraculously, is not a nervous-wreck rescue but a jump-in-your-face tail waggin' love monster.)
I kind of think it's Dad. He spent a lot of time at the kitchen table. He was always the last one up the stairs at night and would turn off the lights from the landing. He probably also was upset that there was somebody else (not Mom) sleeping in the bed. And he would have no idea who Daisy is as we got her after Ginger (his and Mom's dog) died last year.
So here's a question for y'all.... I know when you sell a house you have to disclose physical defects, construction defects and if, say, a murder happened within the four walls. Do you have to disclose paranormal activity? (Of course, the flipside is since I'm the only one experiencing this thus far that I'm just crazy and there's no need for disclosure....except that this last bit is verified by the Life Alert people that there was a middle of the night disturbance)
Occasionally I see Zak Bagans (Ghost Adventures) in our local supermarket here in Henderson. Wonder if they'd like a field trip to the Bay Area? (Truth be told, the first time I saw him I didn't immediately recognize it was him as I was mesmorized by his tatts and ripped biceps -- blush blush. And, yes, he was wearing his silly too-tight T-shirt.) <(which begs a second question: So when does one go from being a DOL-in-training to a full-fledged DOL?)
DOL = dirty old lady