When my father and his new wife moved into the house they currently reside in, they knew well that the previous owner's mother had died in the back bedroom. It was rumored that the previous owner had been a drug dealer/user who had been siphoning off of his mother's social security check and possibly over medicated her prior to her death.
After his mother died, he not only moved out, he left the country for New Zealand. My father was amused by this fact and used to joke ceaselessly about the old dead lady living in the house. If anything went wrong or went missing it was the old lady in the house. Well, my step-sister did not think this was funny considering she was a latch key kid at the time and had to spend several hours alone at the house by herself before her mother or my father would return home from work. She swears the door knobs would twist on her bedroom door and the bathroom, when she was home alone... The entire time that she lived there, until she grew up and moved out, she would turn on every light in the entire house once dark hit.
During my brother's and my weekend visits to my father's house we would often come up with missing articles that would return to their original placement after a great deal of searching. One afternoon I placed a silver ring that my sister had given me on the center table candy dish in the living room area while I brushed my hair before putting the ring on for the day. I brushed my hair and then went to place the ring on my finger but discovered that the ring was gone. I searched high and low and enlisted the help of my two brothers and my father because the ring was important to me because it was the first gift that my new step-sister had given to me and I loved it.
I should mention that my father is a veteran police officer for a large city and knows how to search for and find anything. I'm talking ripping up the sofa cushions, emptying trash can, looking in the refrigerator... Well we could not find that ring. I was forced to leave the house at the end of my weekend visit without my trinket. And I was pissed...
Two days later my dad calls me and tells me that my step-mother had found my ring sitting in the candy dish in the middle of the table that I had originally placed the ring before brushing my hair. When my step-mother found the ring in the candy dish and asked my dad if that was the ring that they had been looking for so hard and my Dad exclaimed "Where did you find that". Dad tried to convince my step-mother that we had searched the candy dish before and that the ring had been nowhere to be seen. My step-mother still thinks that we just over looked the ring but that is not possible because we even moved the sofa looking for it and it just showed up in the middle of the room where four people had been searching? I don't think so.
I think the old lady had the ring and when she saw I was upset she gave it back. Stupid Ol'Heifer!