This takes place in the same house my dad passed away in and had been going on for as long as I can remember.
I lived in that house for almost twenty years, and would always feel someone watching me wherever I went: in the living room, the kitchen, bathroom and all the bedrooms. And I know that people couldn't watch me while I was in the bathroom or kitchen because there weren't any windows, and all the bedrooms had thick, dark curtains covering them at all times. The only windows in the living room had a motion sensor porch light outside.
The presence I feel every time I'm in that house doesn't necessarily feel evil, but it's not good either. I've never felt very comfortable there, and I know it's not my dad.
I've moved recently and live across the street from my brother and his family, and I don't ever feel anything in my new house, but I do often feel a benevolent presence in my brother's house. An elderly woman died in their house, and my brother's wife feels and sees her every few weeks.
Some of my sister-in-law's experiences in her house was that she was home alone, arranging different colored containers of baby wipes in a small closet, and the middle container was pulled out when she opened the closet. She rearranged them again, and the middle was pulled out a second time. She yelled "Leave it alone, I like it there!" rearranged them yet again, and it hasn't happened since.
At times my four month old nephew will turn his head, look at a bare wall and giggle. When he is being changed in another room, he will look up to the corner of the ceiling, will hardly of blink and giggle, which happens every time he is laid on his changing table.
While my brother was changing my nephew, the baby started screaming bloody murder, so my brother took him out of the room and held him close to his chest, which is when he started to feel a little skeptical about spirits.
My sister-in-law just pointed this out to me. My cat, Abby, was very, very skittish around everything and everyone, and would follow me wherever I went around the house. Now that we've moved and Abby is comfortable, which only took two and a half days, she goes wherever she pleases and seems to be happier.
Whether all this means there is a spirit in my old house or in my brother's, I don't know, but it's strange that I feel more comfortable in a new house than I did in the house I was raised in.