Our house was older than I was and it hasn't been blessed ever since. My grandpa was a faith healer before he became a bookkeeper and did not believe in the teachings of the Church albeit he was Catholic.
My mom shared her experience with me. It happened when I was 2 months old. Dad was away that time. Since mobile phones wasn't invented at that time yet, my mom went downstairs to answer dad's call. She left me on the bed since I was sleeping and surrounded me with pillows to protect me from falling in case I move. But I was still 2 months that time, mom was confident that I will still be just right where she left me. When she was talking with dad, she heard a loud "thump" from upstairs that jolted her. Thinking that maybe it was me who fell down, she hurried upstairs but as she was ascending, she did not hear me cry. Confused, she hurriedly went to the room only to find pillows on the bed. Frantic as she was, she looked under the bed and there she saw me, still sleeping, "on a pillow." Until this day, it still puzzles her. She believed it was my angel. But why?
Another happened circa 1990, when I was in elementary. It was summer break. I was in my parents' room with my mom and my younger sister watching TV. Dad was at work and would always drop by at 3:00 in the afternoon to bring us some snacks. It was almost 3:00 pm and mom told us that dad will arrive any minute. Suddenly, we heard three knocks on the door and mom hurriedly opened it, saying "ta-DA!" and to our surprise, no one was there. Dad has his own way of knocking, making it sound like a rhythm, so basically the knock we heard was really different from dad's. Minutes later, dad arrived and surprised to see us huddled close together, he asked, "What happened to you three?" Then we told him what happened and skeptic as he was, he shrugged it off saying it was nothing.
The happenings in our house seem to transpire occasionally. When I was in my senior year in high school, I stayed up late to study for an exam. My bed was positioned near the door and I was studying at the edge of the bed when I hear something just outside the door. It was like a ball bouncing three times then it stopped. I tried to analyze what ball it was, it kind of sound like a plastic ball, like those used in the Christmas balls that we have. I debated with myself whether or not I should open the door. But I was afraid that if I open it, I would see whoever or whatever it was that played with the ball. I decided to sleep with the lights on.
When I woke up the next morning, I saw the ball that I pictured out the previous night on the bottom of the shoe rack. I took it and let it bounce three times. It was the same sound I heard last night! But there is no way it could bounce on its own. I told my mom about it and she told me to pray the next time I will experience anything like that, and that they went to bed early that night.
After my grandpa died, my dad then joined the Sacred Heart of Jesus organization in our diocese and eventually became the President. We were not allowed to have dogs when grandpa was alive and when he passed away, my parents decided it's time to own one. We were blessed with more when mama doggie gave birth.
One afternoon the dogs started acting and barking frantically at the back of our house, facing to the wall of my grandpa's sister's house. The house is a 2-storey, bigger then ours. The 2nd floor has four big rooms and it had been empty for many years when my cousin's family moved to US. Only the first floor is being used. To add up to the creepiness of that house, when my grandpa passed away, a relative of theirs, who was depressed and was into drugs, committed suicide by hanging himself on the living room of that house. Dad tried to calm the dogs but they kept on barking, though I knew him as a skeptic, he then got the holy water from our altar and prayed the Chaplet of the Divine Mercy. The dogs stopped barking.
Our house remained its gloomy appearance until now and is still not blessed though they are planning to have it blessed by this year.