It seems that every single residency my family has lived in; there was always some sort of paranormal activity going on, it never failed. Sometimes it would take a while for it to start happening, but once it did, it was usually constant.
We were living in Michigan for a while when one day we got a notice from our landlord, the letter stated that because our landlord had lost his house, he would be evicting us from the house we were renting so he could stay there, and we had 30 days to find a new home. Finding a new place in 30 days can be a challenge and for whatever reason, that month the market was just bad for house hunting. My Mother flat out refused to rent an apartment and eventually out of simple need for finding a new home, she actually bought a house. It was a spur of the moment kind of deal but at the same time it was kind of cool because we had never owned a house before this. The house was big and roomy and it simply felt good, which was a weird change of pace for us. Everything went well for months. Then things started to happen. It started of really small, keys would go missing, or sometimes the TV would just turn on and off by itself. All of these things are easy to explain so we just kind of brushed it off. Then things started to slowly progress in activity.
Chairs started to move on their own, doors would open and close on their own, that sort of deal. These were things we were already used to, so it wasn't that much of a concern to any of us but the problem is the activity continued to get worse and worse. It started to happen mostly to me. I would wake up in the middle of the night and hear voices coming from the living room. These voices were loud enough for me to hear down the hall and clear enough for me to hear conversations being held. I'd get up, open my door and look down the hall and all the lights would be off and the house would be silent. After a while I'd start waking up to other noises as well, someone or something was scratching on the inside of my bedroom walls. It was a spastic, random scratching like the sound of a mouse or a bat in the wall; it was long, low, audible sounds of someone slowly scratching down the walls. Often at times it disturbed me so much I'd have to leave the room and sleep somewhere else.
I remember one day I had taken a nap upstairs in the family room when my Mother suddenly came home, she was upset and started to talk to me, "You know if you're going to use the stereo in the basement, that's fine, but don't crack it up all the way and then walk away!", I had no idea what she was talking about and no one else had been home at the time. This continued to happen so often that they had to pull the stereo out of the workshop in the basement.
These things continued to happen until I graduated high school and moved out of the house. What was more disturbing to me was when my Mom had informed me no one in the house wanted my room even though it was the biggest one and that, at least a few times a week, something would walk around in my room and slam my doors. My bedroom eventually became a storage room and in order to prevent the doors from opening and closing, were constantly kept locked.