I lived in a town called StLeonards on sea, in England in 2008.
I rented a top floor studio apartment in a converted house dating back to around the late 1800s, although it was built in an area with a lot of history so it could be older.
You entered into a small rectangular hall that extended to the left. Directly in front of you was the bathroom door, to the end of the hall was the lounge door that opened into a square room with the wall immediately to your left and the large window opposite that filled the place with light.
On the same wall as the door, two sliding doors revealing a small kitchen. I would often keep the doors open as they were a pain to pull apart. On top of the counter I had a mini oven with two hobs on top of it (a baby belling oven). I rarely used it so it was kept unplugged.
I lived there very happily alone for around 3 months, it was very light and airy with a warm feeling to the place.
Early on I sensed there was a young spirit boy around 6 years old that resided in the hall and would poke his head around the hall door to peer into the room, had a beaming smile, a head of blond curls and was a very bright happy spirit. He never made a sound but seemed to 'live' in the hall.
I had two friends stay for a weekend (bit of a squeeze) and things got strange on the Sunday morning before they left. We were on the sofa facing the kitchen, half watching a film and chatting about nothing much. It was around 11am as we hadn't left to get lunch yet.
Movement from the kitchen caught my eye and I gasped, drawing the attention of my friends who also looked over at the oven temperature/dial knobs as one was slowly turning and pulling away from the oven. It then fell to the tiled floor and bounced two or three times before coming to a stop only to spin for a short while. As it was bouncing another dial knob was doing the exact same thing. The whole thing lasted a good 2 minutes.
The atmosphere in the room became quite dry and cold, I could also feel my friends slight fear and confusion, so I got up and laughed it off "ahh the neighbours downstairs could have had a rumbling washing machine causing vibrations, or the knobs could have just worked loose..."
It was quickly pointed out to me that that did not explain how they turned slowly or how they then spun on the floor.
These things are mighty tricky to pull off, it had never occurred to me to ever take them off (it was unnecessary to do so) I picked them up and put them back on.
We left and went for lunch, then I waved my slightly spooked friends off at the train station. When I got home it was its usual welcoming self.
Nothing ever happened again in that apartment.