We just went to settlement back in January for a 1906 Queen Anne Victorian house. We moved in that night.
A few weeks after moving in, I just came home from work, sat in front of the tv with a snack, and heard someone (or something) stomping down the third floor steps then heard the attic door slam shut. I went up to investigate (after collecting myself for a minute). I found nothing. Nobody was up there. This was in January, so all the windows were shut. And all the windows are brand new, so no drafts either.
Shortly after that, I have heard, on several occasions, doors opening and closing on the second floor. On quite a few occasions, I have gone upstairs and found all the bedroom doors on the second floor open (we always keep them closed).
I have two dogs (a German Shepherd/Rottweiler mix and a Beagle). Both of them follow me everywhere I go, including the bathroom when I take a shower. Neither will go down in the basement with me. They just stand at the top of the stairs and stare into the basement like they are on alert.
The other night, I was in bed with both dogs and both of them started staring at the corner by where I was sitting, and started barking, then growling at something, bearing their teeth.
One night, I went into the kitchen to get something to drink. As I entered the kitchen, I heard a large "bang" as if someone punched the wall in front of me. As I looked at that wall, a picture that was hanging there lifted up from the bottom, went horizontal to the wall then flew across the kitchen, slamming into the cabinets and fell to the floor. The dogs, who followed me into the kitchen, just looked puzzled.
A few days ago, my partner was doing the dishes in the kitchen and heard someone say "hey". He turned around and was alone.
That same day, I was taking a nap in the bedroom when I heard someone whistling, sounding like they were standing beside me. I opened my eyes, and again, I was alone.
This is what has happened in the 8 months we have lived here...
