My husband and I rented a small house in my hometown. I knew the couple who lived in the house many years before and the wife had died in the house and wasn't discovered for three days. They were kind, good people and knew me as a small child. The husband used to dress up as Santa for me. He worked with my father in a refinery. Now to the story.
Not long after we moved into the house I began to notice odd things. Items would be moved, the shower curtain would be pulled open or closed when I was fairly sure I had left it the opposite direction, soft noises like footsteps or floor boards creaking. I had a picture of Jesus in the hallway and it would never stay on the wall. I checked the nail, used a stud finder (it was a lightweight picture), and could never explain why it fell. I saw what I called dancing lights-small points of light that "danced" all over the house. Our dog would stand in the doorway of the bedroom and tremble and growl and he would not go into the room. I could not sleep in that room so we moved into the spare bedroom.
I was afraid to go into the garage to do laundry unless my husband was with me. I'm not sure why I was afraid but my palms would sweat and my mouth would get dry. A couple of times while cooking dinner I thought I heard a voice say, "Smells good." No one was home but me.
I became so frightened that when my husband went to work I would stay with my parents and come home when my husband got home. I never found any plausible explanations for the events. I looked to see if cars were driving down the street with their lights on when I would see the dancing lights. When the picture would fall I would run to the front porch to see if a large truck had gone down the street. I could not connect the paranormal activities with physical activities.
We stayed until our six month lease was up and moved out. I have never been a believer in the paranormal and am still skeptical but I cannot explain the strange events while living in that house. I've had no other experiences.