When my mother was a little girl, she lived in a very large house with her mother, brother, and sister.
My mother never liked the house, and strange things happened often. The baby grand piano would open and close, which was odd because none of the children were strong enough to open it at the time, and sometimes it would play by itself. The lights were CONSTANTLY turning on and off and the house generally had a bad vibe about it.
My mother would often wake up out of a dead sleep to find a little girl in a white 18th century nightgown at the end of her bed with her head on her hands staring at her. The girl wasn't menacing or scary, my mother says, but it is definitely unnerving when you see something like that! One night, my mother had fallen asleep downstairs on the couch. When she woke up it was night and pitch black in the house. She was home alone, so she decided just to go upstairs to her room and go back to sleep. When she rounded the corner on the landing after coming up the first set of stairs, she saw the little girl standing at the top of the stairs just staring at her. Needless to say, my mother was really freaked out! She ran from the house, got into her car and drove around until dawn. She definitely did not want to go back to the house alone at night!
Not long after my mother's family moved and nothing more has happened to them. The old house was knocked down, another built in it's place. I don't know what else went on there, but I sure feel bad for the people living on that property today!