When myself and my wife first started dating, she lived with her parents in a rent house because they were building a house. I have always been a skeptic, and even until this day I am one that has to see it to believe it. My wife would tell me stories of the house they lived in was haunted, well I would be, yeah ok whatever.
They lived in a tri-level house in an old neighborhood in Jonesboro, AR. Her mom often joked and called the ghost "Vic" and would talk about him often. Come to find out, the guy they called "Vic" actually died in the house and my father-in-law actually knew him.
Well, one night, my wife was making us supper and I heard the door to the garage open and shut. Their house was a tri-level, the garage and den were on the bottom floor, kitchen and living room were on the middle floor, and the bedrooms were on the third floor. The kitchen table I was sitting at when the door opened and shut, was sitting at the top of the stairs and I had a clear view of the door going out in the garage. I thought maybe my wife's brother was home from school, so at the time didn't think anything about it. About a minute went by and no one came upstairs. My wife asked me if anyone came in the door. I said, "I don't know" and went downstairs to investigate. No one was in the den and I went out in the garage and it was empty as well. Well, there is no other door other than the garage door and it was shut. It was one of those old garage doors too, that might a gawd awful racket when it opened. I searched the entire house and no one was there besides us. That kind of freaked us out and we told her mom about it. Her mom then told me that it happens often, the door open and shutting but that they would hear "Vic" walking up the stairs and down the hallway. She said they would yell at Vic to be quite, that they were trying to sleep and he would stop.
One night a few weeks later, we were in my wife's bedroom when her VCR came on for about 5 or 6 seconds. Well, her VCR was not plugged in. We got up off her bed and looked to see why it came on. Sure enough, the VCR was not plugged in or hooked up to the TV either.
My father-in-law would also tell us stories as well of the sliding door in the dining room opening and closing, the bathroom faucet in the hallway would come on, and other things that would come up missing. My mother-in-law said that if anyone cussed or yelled, that they lights would flicker. They only lived in that house for 5 or 6 months and then moved in their new house.
That was 15 plus years ago and I often wondered if anyone else had the same experiences like we did in that house.