My family moved to an old trailer home when I was just starting high school. From the beginning there were some odd things, but we ignored them for the most part. The doorbell would go off for no apparent reason, but we rationalized it was a faulty system. Things we couldn't explain were the feeling of being touched.
We knew before we bought it that the former owner's wife had died in the house, but we didn't really think that it was her. But she's actually responded to her name, which was a bit of a shock to my mother and I, who were the ones that actively trying to figure it out. My mom and I now talk to her when we get the feeling that we're being watched, touched, or something happens that we've looked high and low to pass off as something else besides her.
The oddest part I thought was that most of the activity actually takes place in my room, which isn't were the lady died, but where her husband slept. I'll be walking through the room and as I do I'll feel something tug at the back of my shirt or touch my neck. I hadn't told my mother until recently the things that happened to me, but I don't know if she believes me or not.
The activity inside the house has actually picked up ever since my three-year-old niece has come to play at the house.
The only bad experience I've ever had has been from the garage we had built just south of the house, and I don't stay in there if I don't have to. Whatever is in there does not like me and has made it known it doesn't like me. And my old room actually faced that garage and it knew that too. I won't go into what actually happened to me in the garage or the other times that it harassed me, but I'll tell you that it scared the life out of me and I blessed my house routinely to keep whatever that was out.
Thankfully I don't live there anymore, but my parents still do, though they've never had the problem with the garage that I did.