The story goes back to 1975 when my family; my mother, brother, sister and brand new niece; moved to a new home in south Minneapolis. We were forced to move for my mothers' health, she required a first floor bedroom.
Shortly after moving in our father, my mom's ex, moved in to help with the bills and built himself a room in the basement. Early on there were some odd occurrences, my father (an extremely early riser, 3 to 4 am) would hear a baby crying from the upstairs rooms where I sister was living with her new baby, however it was not the baby; she would be sound asleep.
On two occasions my sister woke in the middle of the night and looked over to the crib in the next room (it is an open floor plan with large archway doorways without doors) and notice a little girl standing next to the crib. She would simply blow it off and go back to sleep.
On one occasion a few years later my father, again the early riser, was standing in the doorway between the living room and dining room (a regular habit of his) he was looking out the picture window at the front of the house, just checking out the neighborhood. On this occasion he decided to look down next to him and there was a little girl standing next to him. He looked up and upon realizing what he saw he looked back and she was gone. By the time of this event my sister had married and moved out with her daughter.
Also, after my sister did move my dad said that the crying he heard from upstairs had become more frequent.
On to a couple of experiences of friends of the family that were quite odd. A few years after my sister moved out I took the upstairs area as my own, basically three rooms to myself. We decided to rent my old bedroom to a friend of mine who needed a place to stay.
One night he came home with his girlfriend and went directly to his room, my mom and I had been in the living room watching television. He came back a few minutes later and asked if I had been upstairs, when I said no he got a puzzled look on his face. He said as they pulled up out front that they looked to the upstairs windows and saw someone putting boards over the windows from the inside. Being as I was the one who had to sleep up there this made me a bit uncomfortable. When I finally went to bed (and I delayed it as long as possible) there was nothing out of place in the room, no boards on the window.
The other person to witness something odd from outside the house was my brother's girlfriend, they had come over for a family gathering and noted that when she pulled up, she too looked to the upstairs window and said there was a little girl standing in the window waving at them, there was no one upstairs at this time.
Now I can get to the personal experiences I had. The first was a couple of years before my mother and father passed away, the only people living in the house at the time were my parents and I. It was nearing Christmas and we had a metal wardrobe in what was once my bedroom, my mom had asked me to check for one of the gifts to make sure we didn't get a duplicate. I walked back to check and the cabinet was locked, I went to the kitchen to look for the key on key rack we kept inside the kitchen door. The would usually be kept here, it wasn't anywhere on the rack. I walked back to the bedroom to check if the key was in there, no luck. I went back to the rack one last time to make sure I didn't miss it, still not there. Finally as I was walking back to the bedroom I stepped on something sharp and metal, the key was there on the floor between the kitchen and the bedroom. This could be explained in many ways, the that room had just been vacuumed that day, the key would have been sucked up.
My last experience is the most odd, my wife to be and I were at the house cleaning up much of the debris left by my moving out, we had finished cleaning and were sitting at the dining room table we were leaving behind. We were sitting talking about my family and my recently deceased parents, I noted that the hall light was on and asked her to remind to turn it off before we left. This light is an old round florescent build with a pull chain. About an hour later were finally ready to leave and I remembered that I needed to turn off that light, however when I looked to hall the light was off and we had not moved from the table, we we're also alone in the house. I went and pulled the chain a couple of times to make sure the light worked and there were no problems. It was then we decided to leave as soon as possible.
I have not been in the house since 1991, but it remains in the family with my sister and husband living there now. They have not reported any new occurrences, but I keep asking.
Thank you for taking the time to read my rather long story.