My name is Mark and I just wanted to share a story with you. Back in 1998 when my ex-wife Rhett and I moved into our first house with our two girls random weird things started to happen after a few months of living there.
The stereo would turn up on its own (not a remote controlled stereo). You could watch the knob turning as it happened. We would just laugh it off saying I guess a ghost must like the song. Our names would be called and we would think it was each other calling out from the other room. There were several times I would place my keys on the table when I came home from work only to find them somewhere else later. The girls' toys where always moved from one place to another.
The most defining thing was on a night when both our girls were spending the night with friends. At about 2:00 am I started hearing a little girl standing at the end of the bed saying, "Mom, Mom, Mom" over and over. In my half asleep/half awake state, I was thinking (toward my wife), "Would you please get up and answer your child?" when all of a sudden my wife sits up and says, "What?" She then ask me if I heard that. I said, "Yes, one of the girls was calling for you." She then said, "The girls are not here, remember?" I was fully awake by then so I got up and looked around inside the house. No one was there but the wife and I.
The next day while talking to the neighbor about it, she told us the people who lived there before us had a 6 year old girl who had passed. She was cremated and her ashes where buried with a tree planted outside our bedroom window.