Let's get a few things out first off, I do not believe in ghosts exactly, although I do agree that the energy that leaves a person at death can't be destroyed and doesn't just disappear. I just don't know where it goes. I also would like to think myself as someone that does not get intimidated easily. I work at a maximum security prison, in the segregation unit and hold my own against unknown threats pretty well. That being said, I'm at a loss in my new home and I am willing to be open minded on how to peacefully exist here.
I moved into this gorgeous home that is recently partially renovated (I'm renting from a friend). By partially renovated I mean they put in new wiring and light fixtures. The hardwood floors, the cabinets in the kitchen, the wood molding even the interior doors are all original to the 115 year old house (and it is beyond beautiful).
The first night there was some odd creaking on the floors, but I blamed it on the foundation "settling" as it does need lifted still. After the 5th time a seemingly latching cabinet door in the kitchen swung open loud enough I heard it, I went to my sister's house and picked up my cat who wasn't moving in just yet originally.
A few days passed with the occasional odd noise, and the occasional cabinet door opening when it usually stays latched but nothing major other than my cat acting agitated out of nowhere (most likely due to the move when the house isn't set up yet). A family member came to visit for a few days about a week after I moved in, and commented about a sliding door that was recently installed on the living room archway constantly being open even after she closed it. I told her it was probably my cat but she insisted he was with her at least one of the times. I blew her off as either the cat or the fan was blowing it open, easily explained.
That night I was sitting on my couch watching TV with my cat on my lap sound asleep and purring. I suddenly heard heavy footsteps coming from the kitchen and walking towards the living room. I wear boots for work and it sounded like my boots do when I walk around, just really loud. I was trying to figure out why my guest was awake at 2am let alone wearing shoes as I called her name. The steps continued moving about the kitchen and I heard a snort from the bedroom. My guest was sound asleep in bed. Okay creepy, but maybe I'm imagining things or something.
That day around noon I'm again watching TV my guest is on the couch with me and the cat is in the kitchen using the litter box when a painting I had hung up abruptly "jumps" off the wall and smashes. I decided it was a faulty nail and picked up the glass and set it aside to be reframed but my guest decided it was time to leave then. 2 days later I get home from work at 0230 and find every single door in the house wide open when I went through and latched all of them on my way out for work. I ignored it figuring the home owner came to do some work on the house (the next day he stated he had not been over since I moved in as he has been planting his fields) and closed all of the doors again. As I was trying to sleep I kept hearing the squeak of the doors opening and figured I needed to turn the fans down, but when I woke up they were all wide open and my TV was on which I definitely did not turn on and the remote is kept in a drawer.
Weird things like this have been going on almost daily since. Doors opening, cabinets opening, floors sounding like someone is walking on them, things falling off the walls, and strangely enough my Google home will suddenly start asking me to repeat my command when I hadn't said a word in minutes.
Fed up, I finally looked to see if anyone ever died in this house but the records only go about 50 years back on location of death so there are 65 years unaccounted for.
I was staying happy with explaining it away until about 3 hours ago. I was asleep on my couch, my cat is asleep in his cat bed and my dogs are with my sister at her house. Suddenly my blanket gets ripped off of me and the door to my room (which is off the living room) slams shut hard (I would find out that it slammed shut hard enough it locked).
While I was trying to figure out WTF happened and was reaching for my bedroom door to open it I hear the creepiest noise coming from my room. It sounded like a mix between an old gas stove roaring to life and a dogs growl. I froze and suddenly felt extremely cold, got goosebumps and kind of panicked for a moment. I got myself together and spent about 30 minutes trying to unlock my door.
When I got the bedroom door open finally I found my closet door wide open and random items knocked over and my quilt on the floor. I was picking up the mess looking for a wild animal or something when I heard a creepy hiss that made me freeze up again. As soon as I could remember how to move I took my cat and locked the house and went for a late night fast food/comfort food run. I'm now home again refusing to be scared of my house but everything feels super uncomfortable and strange. It's almost like that feeling you get when there is free floating anxiety that you aren't addressing.
Anyone got any take on what's going on here? This house was built in year 1804 and saw this town grow up around it. I love this house and plan on buying it once my lease ends, but I don't know how to handle this situation. I can't explain tonight away, and I'm at a loss.