In the first few months of living in our new space, the lights above the kitchen sink and countertops would flicker and die, after only being changed for a week. When we finally had an electrician come in and change the transformer switch for the whole section, it worked great....until he left. Then the same thing....flicker and die. We ended up returning the part he put in and Dan put the old switch back in and then, we just put up with it, however, it didn't last forever...only a couple weeks longer. Those lights along with the light on the back door were affected.
One day, we were making pickles and I had gone into the garage to grab something. When I came back through the living room I saw Dan heading upstairs (open stairs front & back) and asked him where he was going? He answered me....from the kitchen. He wasn't going anywhere, but I swear I saw him heading up the stairs. Someone in pants was heading up the stairs!
In the wee hours of the morning, I'll sometimes get up and wander through the house due to restlessness or achiness, and many times I'd mosy over to the poolroom door only to see what looked like skeletons swimming in the pool. I'd stare and stare, unbelieving, at this sight of shadowy skeletal figures happily playing in the pool underwater. At this point, we hadn't figured out how to turn the actual light in the pool off, so it was constantly on, however there was no way the light fixtures or anything else would cause this phenomenal visage!
One day, Dan was ill and laying down upstairs in bed trying to sleep. He said he felt me sit down on the bed and blow in his ear and he said something grumpily to the effect of "Leave me alone, I don't feel good!" and it happened again, so he opened his eyes and I wasn't there. He said he actually was looking over the side of the bed thinking I was hiding on him. I also had someone sit on the bed beside me one night, but I probably freaked whatever or whoever it was out by hitting Dan and saying "Daaannnnnn!" in a sissy-girl voice!
The weirdest moment was when a wee 2yr old boy, Travis, was over at the house last year and we were sitting out in the screened-in room. He was facing the cemetary in the churchyard next door and I was facing him at the table. Travis was playing with his ironmen and we were chatting, when suddenly he looked past me into the cemetary and said "Horsies...and buggies! Look!" I obviously looked and absolutely nothing was there or out of the ordinary, but you know what they say about young children and ghosts...no inhibitions and direct connections as a result!
That seemed to have been the last thing that happened and we had been living in our home for a year and a half by that point, so we're extremely hopeful that the ghosts have decided to like us and that we're no threat to them? We don't mind if they swim in our pool at night! I only hope that one day when I pass on to the other side, I'll have a nice host home where I can swim in the pool and blow in their ears! Hahahaha!
Have a sound sleep!