A couple of years ago I lived in a town called Carletonville in South-Africa with my parents, brothers, aunt and her son. We moved into this house and everything was perfectly fine for the first while.
My aunt was home alone with her little boy, sitting in the lounge, and across from her on a room divider was a pot plant that just lifted and came straight for them both. My aunt got very frightened, left the house and waited on a step for everyone to get home. No one believed her at first, we then went on as usual with our lives.
It was a while after that incident that after a long day we all got home to find the house a complete mess: the chairs were upside down there was sand from the plants everywhere and broken glass. We cleaned it up and tried to forget all about it, which didn't really work because the next day the same thing happened but this time the chairs were placed in a circle with pillows around the chairs and one of my mother's porcelain glass dogs in the centre.
My dog would bark and chunk at night outside like he was in pain. We would find scratch marks on our dogs stomach and after a while he was not the family dog anymore and went for my oldest brother. My dad did not want to believe these things were happening and we continued to stay there. The constant mess in the house and not being able to explain it got too much and my dad started to get a bit afraid. We then packed clothes and a few things and left the house with all our belongings there.
This was a frightening experience for me being at such a young age. It's something I will never forget no matter how many years pass.