This story was told to me from my mother. Three years ago my mom and step-dad bought this 108 year old victorian mansion. A lot of weird things have been happening since my family has bought this house. During the winter months, before our attic was fully remodeled into a third floor living space (and my bedroom), my mother was up on a ladder working on the electrical wiring for a celling fan.
She said, and quote, "I felt a hand on my back that pushed me clear off the ladder." And she said it wasn't a nice tap on the back, it was a full blown shove. She caught herself and yelled (thinking it was my step-dad), "Stop messing around." When she looked around the room nobody was there.
My step-dad to this day swears he was sleeping when my mother was up in the attic. My mom doesn't like the attic to this day and always likes to have another person up there when she does some remodelings just incase the "unseen" tries to pull something that might put her in danger.
Since then I live up there. The remodeling isn't fully done yet, but when I go to bed I feel like I'm constantly being watch and its a bit unnerving at times.
I discussed this with my French teacher (who is awesome) and she believes in the supernatural. She says that my house might be a dormant portal to the dead. I wanted to use a oujia board to see what the heck was in my house but I was ill advised against it because it might bring more into my house than I bargained for.