Buckle up its a long one....
When I was younger (14) my parents moved into a 1950s house so not exactly a premise for a "old spooky haunted" house. I wasn't one to be frightened or believe in ghosts but my mum & brothers commented that the house felt strange and after living in that house I now truly believe in ghosts even if that makes me sound a little crazy. Never "felt" a house like it and was glad to move out. All of this is true although it does sound like I / my family are crackers.
The house was renovated as it hadn't been decorated or touched since it was built and we moved in after the renovations.
When you used the newly converted outhouse the temperature would drop at random intervals and the hairs on your arm / head would stand up. I can't describe it but it felt like someone was stood next to you / beside you? If i was reading in the outhouse (it was converted into a sun lounge/ sitting area) even on a warm sunny day the temp would suddenly drop and the readings would plummet on the thermostat. This happened over the six years that I lived there, and not just to me but my family & friends staying too. Sometimes you would hear loud banging during the night and find that all the books had been thrown off the bookshelf onto the floor when you finally ventured down the next day. We went through so many side lamps that would be found smashed on the floor during the night it was particularly bad over Christmas/ December. The family dog wouldn't use that room and would pine at the door (all of his back hairs would stick up)
During the night sometimes you could hear someone running up and down the stairs (not my brothers ...who would come running into my room shouting did you hear that?!! And we'd all hide under the covers), usually the pantry door downstairs slamming a couple of times for good measure. For some reason my mum decided on glass panel internal doors and you would oftern see a shadow passing if you were watching tv (the dog would start barking and pining). Taps would turn on full during the night & day (my poor dad paid many plumbers but no problem could not be found). One time we found a pair of ladies fur lined gloves and a scarf beautifully placed in my eldest brothers argos wardrobe. The wardrobe had been bought over a year ago new. Not his gloves, not anyone we knew, it was very odd. We left them on top of his wardrobe and one day they were no longer there.
A year before we sold the house (and five years since moving in) my youngest brother was carrying a box of the Christmas decorations when a calender flew down from the loft hatch along with two old fashioned Christmas cards. The calender was from 1961 and flipped to the month: December 1961 with dates and special events all marked, circled etc fascinating but absolutely terrifying as the loft had been boarded and cleared when we first moved in and we had been up in the loft several times without ever seeing this calender or the two christmas cards. One of the cards was signed "from your sister Louisa". No one wanted to put the decs back in the loft after that and my poor older brother drew the short straw. We put the calender back in the loft along with the cards. Neither were there when we moved out a year later.
I moved out and never thought any more of the house (although it did crop up when friends/ families shared random "spooky" stories at parties). I fell in love, moved house had a child and worked as a carer. Life moves on as it were? One day, 11 years since moving into my parents house, I was sent to a different care home as they were short staffed and the care home was located near my parents old house. I set to work and met one of the residents called Louisa, she was questioning my last name (it's unquie/unusual) and asked if i lived nearby. I explained that i didn't and she told me I can't be who she thought I was. She then went on to explain that she sold her sisters house to a couple with the same last name as myself and had wondered what they had done to the place / made it home as she had really wanted it to be a family home. I asked if it was number 12 risselworth avenue? And she smiled and asked if I was mrs x I explained that she was my mum and I lived in the house for a few years before it was sold. She told me about her and her sister who had moved into the house when they were 16/18. how she had married and lived away but her sister had kept the house after their parents had died, she had never married, was quite a lonely soul and stayed in it until she died in the house (!!)(and louisa sold the house to my parents). Louisa told me about how they both shared the same birthday month (december). I did ask if anything remarkable happened in 1961 but nothing of importance struck her (i explained we found an old calender when we moved in) Louisa was delighted to see a few old photos i had on my phone of my brothers and I outside her family home. I never mentioned the spooky goings on we experienced. Never worked at that care home and I haven't seen her since (i hope her and her sister are at peace though) I dont know if this is anecdotal but when I looked on rightmove my parents old house has been sold seven times since we moved out. Its in a good school catchment so it seems odd to me that it would be sold so many times!
I've since lived in five different houses (rentals...one was even next door to a cemetery & built in the 1900s) and not one of them has felt odd/strange like that house did. I can walk around in the dark, never heard loud footsteps running up the stairs, heard / seen doors randomly slam shut or felt odd cold sensations in any of the houses we've lived in since. Would love to know if there was a rational explanation for it all though! 😀