We moved into a double wide mobile home. We saw a pile of trash at the back of the property and went to see what it was and we found some books on devil worshipping.
To get to our closet we have to go in the bathroom to get to the closet. A few days after we moved in, I picked up my boyfriend's jeans on the floor and put them in a laundry basket in our closet. A few minutes later I heard a noise coming from the bathroom so I went in there and the jeans were laying on top of the bathroom counter. I brushed it off thinking maybe I didn't put the jeans in the basket.
The next day I seen a man out of my corner eye and I turned quickly but no man was there. Later that day I was cleaning house and I heard a baby cry but thought it must be on the television.
A week after we moved in my boyfriend's son, his wife and their 3 year old daughter came to see us and their daughter was pointing at a doorway and she was screaming like she was scared but we brushed that off too.
A few days later my boyfriend went to take a shower. After he turned the water on he came back in the living room for something and went back to the shower and there was a glass in front of the shower door. Now I'm starting to put 2 and 2 together and thinking we have a ghost.
The next morning my boyfriend went to work at 3 am in the morning and after getting him off to work I went back to bed and all of a sudden I heard a baby crying. The TV wasn't on this time, so I got up to investigate and when I didn't find anything I went back toward my bedroom and I heard kids laughing and I froze when I heard it. I got scared and told my boyfriend what happened after he left work and told him we gotta move, I'm not living with ghosts.
When our rental lease was up we decided to move. On moving day I was in the house packing up loose ends and my boyfriend yelled telling me to come outside so I did and then I returned to the packing. I was the only person in the house and all of a sudden I felt something hit my head and I turned around and saw it was a cigarette lighter so I thought my boyfriend is messing with me. So I went outside and told him I didn't appreciate him throwing his lighter at my head and he said his lighter was with his cigarettes in his truck so we went to look and his lighter was gone. We walked into the house together to show him the lighter that hit me and it was gone and when we turned around the lighter was on another box.
When we started to leave I looked up and saw a child in the window.