Heehee.
I went to visit a friend in her house in Pennsylvania.
It was on a disused rail line, dated from about 1850.
Nice clapboard house.
I went upstairs to use the loo, and I really didn't like one part of the hall.
I came downstairs VERY fast.
Her Irish husband saw me jump turning down those stairs and grinned.
Later he asked why I ran, so I told him, w/'you probably think I'm crazy.'
He told me the first day they'd moved in, the kitchen door blew open despite being locked and a still day, so he knew there were spirits there - first time I'd heard that.
It was the old couple who used to live there, but they liked them b/c one night, the furnace caught fire in the basement.
And the door to the basement started banging loudly till my pal and her husband woke up.
So they felt these spirits were friendly.
Scared the f*ck outta me, though.