Mine is also more of things appearing rather than seeing things move. It’s a bit of a long story.
Ex H and I rented a 1970s house on a large estate after we sold our house. He chose it and when I went in to view it my heart lurched. I just didn’t like the feel of it.
We moved in and on the first day DC had gone to school, ex H to work and I was sorting out boxes and cleaning. I didn’t want the front door closed for some reason. I noticed a weird smell - sweet and musty. Not damp because I know what damp smells like. I kept needing to check the DC in the night which I never did unless they were unwell as they were 11 and 9 so not little.
The main bedroom felt so oppressive and awful and I couldn’t sleep. One morning I was getting dressed and the door of one of the mirrored wardrobes cracked in a horizontal line from one side to the other.
Within a few weeks of moving in I felt as if a fog of depression had fallen on me. I felt as if the DC and me were unsafe in the house. My cousin visited with her little boy who was 7 at the time. He looked at me and said, “ is this a real house or an imaginary one ?” I thought that was such a weird thing for anyone to say but it absolutely had an almost surreal atmosphere that was impossible to describe. A friend popped round to say hi shortly after we moved in. She hadn't asked first and I was out when she called. She told me next time she saw me that she hadn’t wanted to park her car down my drive and couldn’t explain why. Another friend and my mum both told me after we moved out they felt terrified walking upstairs. I’d not told anyone that I thought the house felt bad while we were living there as I didn’t want the DC to get to hear anyone say anything bad about it and get scared.
I didn’t wear my wedding or engagement rings because I had bad eczema and I kept them in their boxes in a drawer. I don’t know what made me check but one day I opened the boxes and both rings had gone. I freaked out and didn’t dare tell ex H. About a month later I found both rings in a bowl of pot pouree on the bedroom windowsill. I have no idea how they got there. It’s not something the DC would have done or my ex.
The feeling of a presence, especially in the main bedroom, the kitchen and the stairs got worse and I found every reason possible to go out. Increasingly I felt that if we stayed something awful was going to happen and at my insistence we asked the landlord if he would end or tenancy early if he could find someone else to move in. Ex H clearly thought I was mad as he felt absolutely ok there.
The day we were moving out all our stuff had been taken out, the removal firm had left, I’d looked in each room before driving to the new flat to make sure we had everything. ex H also did a final check and on the bedroom windowsill he found two matching small cameo photos - One of a man and the other of a woman. Looked like Edwardian from their clothes. He had brought them to our new flat. I was absolutely sure they had to go back where he found them and I refused to have them in the flat and begged him to post them back through the letterbox as we had dropped the keys off at the managing agent by this time.
From the first moment we moved into the new flat I felt like a huge weight had been lifted off me. The depression just went. I know normal depression isn’t there one day and gone the next. But I just felt ok and safe as soon as we were out that house. We later found out that the old man who lived there was a total misogynist and was awful to his wife. He died in the room we were in. Apart from my cousins little boy , everyone who had a bad feeling in the place were women. So weird. I’ve not had any spooky feelings or experiences before or since that house. I always look for logical explanations but for the rings and the photos I just can’t find any.