I live in my grandmother's old house. It's an older house, though not terribly old. My grandfather bought it unfinished, and finished it on his own. My uncle swears up and down the house is haunted. He's spoken of kitchen cabinets opening and closing, and things of that nature. I am a skeptic, so I never took his words TOO seriously. (Okay, I might have when I was a child, but as an adult, I've always been a skeptic regarding paranormal things.)
In any case, after my grandmother passed away, my family had the opportunity to rent the house from my father. My husband and I and our three children moved in with no problems. I'd forgotten completely about the supposed haunting of the house until one summer day a few weeks after we'd moved in.
I had been busy during the morning, and decided to take a break. I grabbed a can of Pepsi and went into the living room. I sat in my grandmother's old favorite chair in the corner of the room, cracked open the soda and a book, and relaxed, enjoying the peace and quiet. (My husband had taken the kids out, so I had the place to myself.) It was pleasantly cool and I was thoroughly enjoying myself. I put the soda can down on a small cabinet next to the chair and started in on my book.
All of a sudden, my soda can took flight and slammed against the wall, spilling all over the place. I looked up in shock and saw nothing, and heard nothing. No one was there. Yet if I didn't know better, I'd say someone had deliberately whacked my can of Pepsi off the cabinet and against the wall.
I haven't noticed anything else strange happen in this house since that one incident (and we've lived here for about two years now.) I still have absolutely no idea what caused my drink to be hurled from the cabinet, but it's enough to make a skeptic... Well, skeptical.