I grew up with my grandparents, in a house built in the late 1800s.
They purchased it in the 70s and they knew within days something was there.
My Grandad (a very practical, rational, business man) was tapped on the shoulder when nobody else was in often, coins he put on their bedroom windowsill would fly off when they were in bed and hit them.
He was sat up late one night watching TV when he saw a black figure sat in the rocking chair by the back door, he turned to look at it face on and the figure moved very fast across the living room, the chair was rocking and he could not explain it.
My Grandmother also heard and felt things.
When I was a little girl I told them, and I remember it vividly, that a kind lady had sat on the end of my bed to read me a story. They told me I was dreaming and I didn't find out any of these stories until I was in my teens.
After my Great Grandmother died, it got very bad, I was 17 and home from college eating lunch when all the doors in the hallway were opening and closing (not quietly, banging as if forced) all of them at the same time. I was so scared, I went and sat in the garden (back doors were in the lounge at the back of the house, hallway was at the front) and stayed there until my Grandmother come home.
My aunt and I were in the office at the front of the house when we both saw a school photo of my cousin come off the wall in the hall, and lane by the front door (about 3 foot away). When we went into the hall, it was actually down the opposite end (we had both seen it go the opposite way).
My Grandparwnts called a priest in to bless the house and again it got worse, the kettle tipping over with boiling water in it etc.
My Grandad passed away of cancer and I moved out and got married. One night, my Grandmother called me gone 11pm in tears asking me to go and pick her up because the hallway doors were banging loudly, repeatedly just like they'd done to me all those years before.
My Husband and I went to pick her up and I let myself in with my key, all of the doors were wide open, paper was all over the floor of the hall and the toiletries in the bathroom were all in the bath.
My Grandmother never went back, she couldn't cope with it on her own, she stayed with me until an annexe was built on my Aunts home and the house was put up for sale.
I often drive past and wonder what the new owners have experienced.