I have an experience that I would like to share, and I apologize if I ramble a little. I'm a firm believer in the paranormal, from various cryptids to spirits to ghosts. I also have a healthy dose of skepticism.
My parents live in the historic town of Niles in Fremont, California. If you are a fan of Charlie Chaplin, this was the site of the old Essenay Studios. Some of the houses have been there a long time. The house that my parents live in was built around the 30's though. It's a single story house with 2 bedrooms and a closed in porch that I used to live in. It was a very tight squeeze since I'm a tall guy. The house has a basement that is always cold and my Step-Dad likes to collect and build black powder rifles down there. You got the feeling someone is there whenever you go down there though.
The property was owned by my Step-Dad's Grandmother, and it passed to my parents when she died. Along with it came a ghost. There were several stories about this ghost, whom was either nicknamed, or in life called Mr. Walpert. I don't know how they got this information, but we have been unable to find any records of him.
This incident happened around the years 1999-2001. I was in my early 20's and I had hurt my back at work, so I ended up spending a lot of time at home with my parents. I was not in a very good mind set at the time, my back hurt, I was bored, and my Step-Dad and I were butting heads constantly. I know I'm getting a little long winded with all the history and all, but I just love telling people about it. There was one particular incident that stuck out in my mind all these years. Mr. Walpert liked Junk Yard Wars. We found out one day when it was time to have dinner. My parents were very strict about everyone stopping what they were doing, and coming to the dinner table when it was time to eat dinner.
I was in the living room at the time watching tv, and my Mom called us in for dinner. I was the last one to head in and the rule was to turn the tv off, the computer off, whatever you were doing, it was time to stop it. So I turn it off, and head in. The house had a dining room (which was used for special dinners) between the kitchen, where we ate, and the living room, where the tv was. I got about halfway through the dining room, and I notice the tv was back on. I could have sworn I turned it off. So I headed back in and turned it off again. And again I went back to the kitchen to have dinner with the family. I got about halfway there again, and the tv was back on! I knew I turned it off that time, so I went back and turned it off. By this time the rest of the family had taken notice of this because it was a straight shot from the living room to the kitchen. I've got 2 younger brothers, who were pretty young at this time.
I went back into the living room, and turned the tv off a final time. I look around for anything that could have done it. I even checked the remote to see if the power button was sticking. Nope. And of course, by the time I got to the kitchen it was back on. Mr. Walpert won. He got to watch the Junk Yard Wars marathon while we ate dinner. I'm a pretty big believer in the paranormal, and I know there were methods of taking over remote controls and such at the time, and that was the only time that had happened. I realize it would be hard to prove or disprove it was the ghost, but I didn't have any other explanation for it.
Thanks for reading.