This is actually my friend's story. Let's just call him Rick. He told me a few years ago that he and his mother both had heard different things in their home, and I asked his permission to share.
Before I go off into the story, I want to give you some background on our town and his house. Rick and I live in a small logging town that has been around since the late 1810s or early 1820s, so our town isn't relatively new. The house in question was both the orphanage and county home for our county. One of the two was in operation when the influenza epidemic came through our area. The epidemic was exceptionally deadly in a town a few miles away from our town, so it is assumed that at least a few people have died there.
The first incident Rick told me happened quite a few years ago when he and his sisters were younger and involved his mother. He said his mother was taking a bath one night and heard children running up and down the steps. She let it go once or twice, but soon came out of the bathroom to investigate. She yelled out the door at her children, and then went to each of their respective rooms to check on them. According to her son, none of her children were awake to have been running up and down the stairs.
More recently Rick and one of his other friends, Dustin, were at home alone. (Most of the personal instances Rick relayed to me happened when he was home alone) They were about to go outside and were standing in his living room. Rick was talking to Dustin and saw him glance past him once, closed his eyes tightly, and looked again. When Rick asked Dustin what was wrong, Dustin said he saw a little girl standing behind Rick.
This next account comes from Rick's sister Tanya. He told me that Tanya was sleeping in her room and woke up to see a homeless man walking across her room. Rick said Tanya told him that he pulled up a chair and sat across from her bed and just watched her sleep.
The most recent of activity involves one of Rick's sisters; He didn't specify to me which one. She was showering one night and was walking back to her room. When she went to open her door, she couldn't because her dresser was in the way of the door. I asked Rick how far away the dresser usually was, and he said it was close to six inches away from the door.
I told him not to worry about anything because he hadn't been hurt yet, and I said I doubted he would. I believe everything that goes on in his house is harmless, but I haven't been living there for close to seventeen years. Rick is scared to death and refuses to stay at home alone. I told him all I know, and that's about the best I can do.