When me and my wife were first married, we bought a mobile home. I was still going to college and my wife was the only one bringing in a paycheck at the time so we didn't have many options in buying a home.
A few years went by before we noticed anything strange happening. I am a very neat person, my wife tells me I have OCD about being neat. Everything has its place and is neat and organized in my house. I know where just about EVERYTHING is.
Well, we started noticing stuff would come up missing. I would search that dang place over looking for what disappeared. My wife would swear she didn't move it or wasn't just messing with me. Then, whatever was missing, would reappear sometimes a day or two later in the spot that I knew I had left it. This happened quite often and would drive me crazy.
We really didn't think about stuff like that happening until I actually saw a ghost. I woke up one night about 2 or 3 in the morning, sat up in bed, and looked up. I saw an old lady standing at the end of our bed. She didn't disappear at first, I swung at her thinking someone had broke into the house and she disappeared. I looked at her for 2-3 seconds before swinging at her in disbelief really, so I know I wasn't dreaming.
I walked the entire house over, checking all the doors and windows and they were all locked. My wife never woke up and I didn't tell her about seeing the ghost until about 2 years later. My wife would have never been able to sleep without me if I had told her.
We started hearing noises as well. We would be in the bedroom and it would sound like a radio or the TV was on in the living room, only it would be very low and you could just barely hear it. Me and my wife would search the entire house over thinking someone left a radio on somewhere inside but we would find nothing.
We lived at the end of a dead end road and our only neighbor was a woman who went to bed at 8pm every night. I would search outside as well and still nothing.
I worked nights for about 8 years, work 2 on and 2 off. When my wife would go grocery shopping, she would leave the sodas by the front door for me to put up when I got home that morning. Often the sodas would be stacked neatly by our pantry, only I did not do it. My wife would thank me and I would tell her I didn't do it. We joked that the ghost did it.
One day, I got up and was getting ready to go to work. I worked from 7pm to 7 am at that time and would get ready about 5:30pm to go to work. My wife had bought some razor refills for me and I sat them on the edge of the tub and turned the water on. If anyone has ever lived in a mobile home, you know they have big garden tubs and the toilets are on the other side on the bathrooms. I went to get me a drink and came back to check on my bath water. I noticed my razors were sitting in front of the toilet. Well, the toilet is about 8 feet from the edge of the bathtub... I measured it. I started thinking how the heck did they get in front of the toilet. I did my own experiment knocking the razors off of the edge of the tub. The most I could get them was about a foot away from the tub unless I just flung them across the room. Someone or something had to have flung the razors in the 15 or so seconds it took me to go to the kitchen and back.
We built a house and moved out of the mobile home. I didn't tell my wife about seeing the ghost woman until we moved because I knew it would scare her. We rented the mobile home for a couple of years after and sold it. I never did ask my renters if anything ever happened when they lived there. The people we sold the mobile home to sold it and built a house where the mobile home used to sit.