"Honestly the only thing that would worry me is the scratches."
Yes, me too. Reading the rest of your (Alexa) post, I've had much of that happen too, apart from the cold spots and dog growling. I really do think it could be frustration as the person is trying to communicate or get your attention. In my case I know who it is - I asked, and was given the answer in several ways. I had lights switching on and off, taps turning on, radios, CD players, DVD players etc. switching on - I once watched as our Blu-ray player switched on and off in rapid succession, while the disc tray slid in and out rapidly, even continuing to do so after I'd unplugged it. Things have moved around in locked rooms, also objects have flown several feet across a room, not actually in front of me, but behind me when I was in the room.
I never felt afraid apart from the initial fearful, not knowing what the fuck was going on when it first started. I didn't really have anyone to ask IRL but I got a lot of invaluable advice online.
I think a turning point came when I finally found myself able to address Name Withheld directly one day. I said, "Look, NW, I know it's you doing all this; you don't have to keep doing it." And since then it - as in any activity - has just settled down to definite, pointed examples to acknowledge something I've said to NW, iyswim.
To give an example of such - this is going to be long, but it's the best way to explain it, I think -
It was the day before NW's birthday anniversary and as usual I was preparing to travel to visit NW's grave on the day. DM was staying for a few days, and looking after DD3 on the day.
I'd thought I'd put my phone in my rucksack, but couldn't find it. Emptied it out but no sign, nor was it anywhere else I looked. I reasoned I must have mislaid it so got a spare phone ready charging.
A little later my mum called me from the living room to say that she'd found my phone in the bottom of my rucksack. Now, it was definitely not in there when I looked earlier - I'm not so bloody blind or stupid that I can't find a blackberry style phone in a pink zip pouch, in a small rucksack ffs. But I couldn't be arsed arguing with DM's claim that I didn't look properly before. Some things aren't worth it.
I knew it was NW, and I didn't really need mind, as I knew it was just a little joke, and also a kind of heads up, like "Hey Liz; on your way tomorrow, I see."
Anyway, I went along to NW's grave the next day, my phone safe with me. Took card and flowers up as usual, then after lunch in town I headed down to the river as I like to walk along the front before I catch my bus back (it's about two and a half hours away from my home).
While I was looking out over the river I (after checking nobody was nearby) spoke to NW again. This time I said, "Hiya, NW, it's Liz here, as always. Now, I know it was you that hid my phone yesterday. I could do without that when I'm getting ready to come here to bring you flowers, so bloody pack it in. Don't do it again. Anyway, Happy Birthday - git."
I said all that with a smirk on my face, and my tongue firmly in my cheek, as I wasn't really cross, as explained earlier.
Back home on bus and lift from DH as local trains were down. At this point I had my phone in my coat pocket. Coat has only two large outer patch pockets on either side.
Get back in and hang coat up at bottom of stairs. Go to get phone from pocket, but no sign of it in either of them. Not in my rucksack, either. I thought, "ah, not again NW!" Eye roll to ceiling.
All this time DH and DM were in the living room, door shut. All three DDs upstairs in their bedrooms, again, doors closed. So I quietly said, in mock annoyed tones, "Okay, NW, this isn't funny anymore. I want my bloody phone back - NOW!"
I then went into the kitchen, which is at the end of our short hallway, opposite the front door, for a couple of minutes. Came back out and checked my coat pockets again. Of course NW had done a "oh, okay, Liz; here you go" and my phone was back again. I called NW a few choice names but only in jest.
That was a right bloody essay! But as I said, I think it was the best way to explain.
I've compared notes with three friends of NW who also get visits. I'm sure more people as well as us must get them, including NW's family. They're just the three people that I'm aware of, and have shared my experiences with.
Just as a disclaimer, I do not give a flying fuck if some people do not believe what I have typed above. Really, I don't. I'm just relating a few things that have happened. I know that there are others out there who've had similar experiences. I just smile and shake my head at anybody who has the arrogance to dismiss me as a liar, or deluded. Hey ho - so be it.