I have had several paranormal experiences myself... And they tend to not phase me as much these days. But there is one particular situation which you may find interesting.
My mother purchased a house about 4 years ago, where she lives alone. The house was built in 1952. About a year after moving into the house, she decided to do so some gardening. This was major gardening. Planting trees, shrubs, digging a pond, etc.
While digging she came across what appeared to be trash bags, but very old ones. They had odd looking drawstrings, she said. They tore open easily and she found several items which were remnant of a little girl. She found clothes, toys, hair accessories, dolls, etc. Both trash bags contained such items, all for a little girl.
At first she became nervous and curious, so she called two of my uncles over to see what they thought of it. After much talking and consideration, they concluded that since the house was built in the 50's, it might have been legal back then to bury a deceased loved one on your own property, though she never looked into it to confirm such an idea.
Not wanting to disturb a possible burial site of a little girl, she reburied the possessions which she had found and never looked into it any further. (SHOCKING I KNOW! THE CURIOSITY WOULD KILL ME.)
After her discovery, things began to happen to inside her home. All of her battery operated wall clocks would stop daily. She would replace the batteries constantly but they would always quit working within a day or two so she got rid of them.
Then she began hearing tiny footsteps running down her hallway, through the kitchen, and out the back door... Which leads to the back yard where the garden and girl's possessions lie.
If that wasn't enough, she also began hearing a child's laughter. And other family members who have visited have reported hearing the same. I never heard such things while staying in her home. However, the last time I spent the night with her she gave me her bedroom and she took the couch. I could feel something right next to her bed staring at me. I had a horrible anxiety attack and was consumed with fear because I could FEEL a presence next to me and had no idea what it was.
Now, before you say it was all in my head because of the stories she had told me... You have it backwards... She had never told me a single bit of the occurrences until that very night when I came to her on the couch, paralyzed with fear and anxiety over the feeling of being watched. That's when she calmly smiled and told me all about the possessions, the laughter, and the little girl.
I pleaded with her to research the history of the house and anyone who resided there, but she feels content to leave the girl alone and let her play in her home. She says she doesn't mind sharing, especially since the little girl was there first.
Very sweet of my mom I'd say... But if it were me I'd be doing a lot more digging for sure!