My family used to live on an old dairy farm in Victoria Australia, we moved there when I was 9 and didn't leave until I was 15.
The house we lived in was built in 1896 and there were times that things would just...Happen...
My brother and I both play musical instruments, and we both had odd things occur when we were home alone. The doors in this house were heavy wooden things and they had brass door knobs that were incredibly hard to turn. Each time we were playing our instruments, we had the door shut firmly, each time the door handle rattled so we would stop. (I say we because it happened to both of us on separate occasions). When we stopped, the rattle stopped, when we started again, it started again but it didn't just rattle. After the 3rd time the door would open, it wasn't flung open. It was like someone tentativley opening the door. But when we stopped playing it would slam shut. It was really strange.
Other instances when things happened where just as odd.
Quite often when I was home alone (being the antisocial child that I was) I would go to set up a movie in the lounge room and I would find my dogs and cats staring at the wall. As I came in though, the larger dog, a great dane breed, would look at me and then look back at the wall and growl. It always felt colder in the lounge during these times.
If I said either in my mind or out loud that I didn't want this thing here in my home it would stop but it always came back.
You'd always hear foot steps and doors opening or closing and sometimes things in the house would move about. It didn't scare me though.
The only time it was scary was when I was walking the great dane and it was 40 degree day. It was the height of summer and we were down by one of the old sheds on the 286 acre property we lived on. I remember the dog ran off and got to the other side of the fence and he was whimpering at me, then it changed. The temperature dropped from 40 and felt like it was ice cold mid winter. I remember that feeling and seeing the goose bumps on my arms as it happened. Then I got this feeling come over me, and I felt the need to run, and get away from the immediate area.
So I ran, and as I got further from the shed I felt the temperature get warmer. I got my self over the fence and I made it back to the dog, who had stopped his whimpering. As I got over the fence though it felt like a static shock, I still get shivers thinking about it.
I couldn't see anything but I could feel something there, something not quite right.
After that day none of the animals would go near this shed, my horses wouldn't even go into the attatched paddock. Twice my horse Tip would stop and wouldn't even walk past the shed in the lane way that ran adjacent.
It wasn't until we moved to our new place that more odd things started to happen. Seems as if I am a magnet to things that are strange and disturbing in a spiritual sense. I'm not worried about it, I'm not scared by it. I do find it fascinating.