When I was in the fifth grade I went to my best friend's grandma's house. It was a half day at our elementary school. Her grandma was working at the school until later that day, and her grandpa had gone into town with a friend, leaving just the two of us in the home. My best friend began telling me about weird things that occurred in the house. Pictures on the wall would be straight at night, then the next morning they would be hanging crooked. Other incidences occurred as well. The house was over a hundred years old around this time, but I was a skeptic. On this particular day, we were standing in the kitchen, discussing the strange things that my friend or her family members had experienced. I told her that I did not believe in ghosts. Within 10 seconds of saying this, the doors to the cup cabinet opened and slammed shut, and almost immediately afterwards the kitchen door that led to a back porch (right beside where I was standing) opened and slammed shut.
Being fifth graders, we immediately freaked out and ran into the living room. We jumped on her couch and heard the floor boards on the second floor creaking as though someone were walking across them. Shortly after, a baby mobile in the guest bedroom on the second floor turned on and began playing music. We ran outside and refused to go back in until after one of her grandparents came home. I stayed in the house many times following this occurrence, but I never experienced anything like this again. Other things have occurred in the house, but those are not my stories to share. To this day we are positive that there was no other person besides the two of us in the house.