I must tell you about this house I used to live in, about 15 years ago. My ex partner and I had to find somewhere to live in a hurry and even though I had an uneasy feeling about this place we took it anyway not sure why I didn't like it I just didn't like the stairs.
After we had been there a week I came down about 2am to the kitchen and as I stood there I could hear a mumble of conversation around me it was definitely a male and a female not talking I think more like arguing. I listened really hard but just could not make out any words. I asked out loud if they could hear me and it just stopped.
A few weeks later I was having a lie in when I felt a hard jabbing in my back I turned round with an angry "what" thinking it was my partner and no one was there in fact I was alone in the house, while there I also had a lot of corner of the eye stuff but only of small animals, there was a brown rat in the kitchen and a couple of cats in the garden you also heard them fighting, and silly things like water turning itself on. The spookiest thing and only thing that bothered me was this one time, I was alone so when I went to the bathroom I didn't bother closing the door and could see strait through onto my bed. So I'm sitting there and I see a black thing streak over the bed and disappear out of view. Thinking my dog was on my bed I called him and he came running up the stairs so it wasn't him I saw.
There was other little things and I'm sure I've forgot some, any way after being there 6 months a man shows up on our doorstep saying he was the previous tenant and did we have any post for him. We where deep in the usual polite chitchat when he said" have you met the ghost yet" well if he had said here's a hundred pound, I wouldn't have been happier.
We swapped stories and decided that it was definitely the master bedroom (where I'd seen the black thing) that was the centre of the haunt. After I moved out I also knew the next tenant who would always complain that when she had made the bed (master bedroom again) her husband would always muck up the covers he of course denied this which made sense when I told her about the house.
Apologies for a badly written story I missed a lot of school so I appear intelligent when I talk but not when I write.