I have a story.
My mum's house had been owned before by an elderly couple. The gentleman was a little odd, and would spend a lot of time in the enormous shed next to the house. He even had a little square cut in one end of it to see who was walking up the drive. Going through the gate next to it always gave us the creeps.
Anyway, when I was a teenager, I had a few friends round, and we were listening to a few records in the back room. One song in particular started playing on repeat. Now, this is an old-fashioned record deck we're talking about, not digi-technology. It wasn't skipping, it was just playing the one song, then going back to the start and playing again.
We thought it was funny at first, but it soon got a little irritating, so I actively moved the stylus off and we started choosing something else. The stylus moved back on to the record - on the same song and started playing again. At this point, we were a bit freaked, and we decided we'd really had enough of being in the back room. You know, those moments were you're actually quite scared, but you don't want to look like a wally in front of your mates.
So I switched the record player off. And it carried on playing the song. I was proper wierded out at this point, and my friend said 'Oh, just unplug it!' so I did. And it carried on playing.
Teenage girls aren't made of the sternest stuff, so at this point, we all ran screaming up to my bedroom. Only our pet dog was on the stairs and wouldn't let us go up. We had no choice but to go outside and sit in the front garden until my mum got back, by which time, everything was quiet.
There were a few other incidents over the years, strange stains appearing etc. nearly all centred around that back room, some on the landing upstairs, but the scariest one happened after my mum died.
While the house was waiting to be sold, I stayed with friends, and came to check the house every few days. The last time I ever went, I couldn't get in the house. The key slotted in the lock, but it wouldn't turn. I needed to check for post, so my boyfriend went round the back to see if we'd left a small window open or if one of the rear doors was open.
I carried on trying with the key at the front door. I could hear Db round the back, trying the kitchen door and window handles, so I bent down to call through the letterbox, to see if he'd had luck. Through the gap, I could see all the way into the kitchen, and I saw him moving outside past the kitchen window, going to try the back room door. As I was looking, my vision was suddenly blocked. By a figure walking out of the back room, into the hall, and towards the front door.
I was so startled I leapt back from the door and screamed. Db came running round the front of the house and when I told him, he looked through and couldn't see a thing. The key still wouldn't budge. He'd been able to see clearly into the back room, through curtainless windows, that there was no-one in the house.
I never went back.