Okay, ahem....here is my story: That house is still haunted, I have seen some ppl moved in and moved out every year since I grew up in this city. But that house was where I used to live in a short time from 1974 to 1977. I never have any problem with my former homes before my mom and I moved to that 1-bedroom rear house. I was 4 1/2 and was very excited but I didn't know what was in store for me in that house. I saw a small ghostly figure, a size of a child. A small 1800's female girl. She dressed weird. So I wasn't familar with that clothing style. She looked sad and asked if she can join to play. We played and played with my dolls. My mom didn't believe me when I introduced "Diane" to her. She thought it's an imaginary friend. *later I'll tell that she changed*
<sigh> Then when I was 5 years old, in the same house, I saw a small creature spirit which turned out to be a white cat so shiny and fluffy. I petted her, she purred to a delight. I CAN hear her purring despite I didn't have my hearing aid on. Not that close. Odd.
The more I pet her, the more she got tired. She chose to jump off my bed. I thought I would just follow her, but when I looked underneath the bed, she wasn't there.
I thought my mom gave me the cat for a gift. Grr! I told her about it, still she didn't believe me. <sigh> Not again. The next day, she talked to the next-door neighbor and mentioned about me talking about the white cat. Lo and behold, this old lady told my mom that was her cat who passed over just recently. My mom's mouth closed shut as fast. She looked at me and believe me now.
A few more times, a mouse stood on its hind feet and went like "Nananannananna"...I freaked out, ran, and tried to open the door. My mom hugged me and told me not to worry about the mouse. I wanna get out of that house so bad. Then a boxed fan was moving on its own. WTF?! That creeped me more. Then the dentures I never have seen one before was a female spirit's denture who chatted and then screamed. I covered my head with the blanket. My mom was in the kitchen with the family. I didn't say a word for fear that they will think I'm making up.
A few more nights later, one of my doll's eyes flickered on its own. Long time ago, there was no battery-operated dolls. I figured it was that "Diane" who did it. We had a little argument over a particular doll my aunt gave me. So she turned nasty. ARGH!
That was pretty weird. My mom gave up and decided to get us out of that creepy house. I felt better when we moved to an apartment that didn't have any ghosts in there. But this apartment I'm living right now with my kids, we have some ghosts (some good, some nasty)..tenants hate it and wanna move out.
Gotta love those ghosts.