I have a few stories to tell, and will be posting more as I've just found this site. I will start with the house I grew up in. There are many odd occurrences I remember from this house. It wasn't haunted; however, I feel at times things are attracted to me, and something there was attracted to me.
In the house I grew up in (1990-2010) I never felt alone. If I was left alone there for whatever reason at any age, I would always make sure to leave lots of lights on. When I was a kid I would wait for my parents to got to bed to sneak downstairs and sleep on the couch every night because my room scared me.
When I was about 8, one night something in the living room woke me up. Like a tapping noise on the windows above the couch I was sleeping on. Being 8 I just lay there frozen. When I calmed down a little I rolled over and faced the kitchen. As soon as I rolled over the ceiling light fell off the kitchen ceiling and smashed onto the floor. My mom and dad woke up and I was already up but pretended to be asleep because I knew something was wrong and I was scared.
When I was 15 I had my first "real" boyfriend. My parents went on vacation to Florida to watch car races. They told my brother not to let my boyfriend sleep over. I think he could really care less, as long as we were quiet. When we were going to bed the first night, we slept on the couch in the living room. We shut off the TV, pulled our covers up, and started to go to sleep. I heard him say, "I love you", so I said "I love you too" and so did he. We both realized that we had heard someone else say "I love you" clear as day. The voice didn't sound like a man, or a woman, it's very hard to explain. We slept with the TV on for the rest of the night.
The next night when we were going to sleep we heard the kitchen's backdoor knob jiggle. It was locked thankfully. We ran to the kitchen quietly because we thought someone was trying to break in. We listened very quietly behind the door for at least 10 minutes. We heard multiple people going up and down the back stairs quietly. We both grabbed huge kitchen knives and called the cops. The cops said they didn't see anything out of the ordinary, and the ground was wet so they couldn't see any fresh footsteps.
One night when I was 16 I had a male friend over, we were getting ready to go out for the night. He was in the upstairs bathroom which is directly across the hall from my bedroom. Both doors were open so I could see him out of the corner of my eye. I was in my room and saw my sister go by with a laundry basket. I said, "Hey, I didn't know you were home." She didn't say anything, so I said "Beth?" Still nothing. I came out of my room and went to go walk towards hers when I realized her light was off. I told her I didn't think it was funny, reached in her room put the light on and she wasn't there. I told my friend that I saw my sister and she wasn't even home. He said, "I saw that lady too, I thought it was her." He wanted to leave my house so quick after that and he never came back inside my house. If he had to pick me up he'd wait outside on the front porch.
There are a lot more minor things, but those are the majors. The last major thing from that house was hearing my father's voice. When I was 16 I dropped out of high school and had a kid shortly after. In 2010, 1 month after my dad passed away (I was 20) I finished adult high school and was excited and wanted to tell my mom. I wasn't living in my house anymore, I was living a few towns over with my son's father. I went to see my mom and tell her that I was going to be graduating. After I told her, we were all sitting around watching TV and I heard my dad clear as day call out, "BUBBY?" Which is what he called my mom, and his voice came from the bedroom where he stayed until he went to a nursing home and passed away there. No one else heard it. My face froze up and my mom asked me what was wrong, I said, "You didn't hear that? I just heard dad call you." She said no she didn't hear anything. I started freaking out and crying hysterically. Twenty minutes after I calmed down, I left and went back to my apartment. The whole drive I was afraid to look in the rear view mirror. I thought for sure I'd see someone.
In 2010, we moved out of the house because we couldn't afford it anymore after my dad passed. I still have vivid dreams of it. Every single thing is the same in my dreams as how it was in real life, even though I've seen the home since we've moved and nothing is the same. I don't think the house was haunted I just think I am very in tune with things like this.