At the age of 31 my family (a 1 year old girl, an 8 year old boy, a 7 year old girl and a 26 year old wife) were living in a small 3 bedroom house in a "blink, you miss it" kind of town. This house had a reputation for disturbances and people just refused to live there. The rent was way too low to pass up, and neither a ghost or the town people were going to run me off with stories.
Granted, this house did need some kind of fixing and my entire family has based their careers on carpentry work. So needless to say, we were getting the house in shape quickly. One evening, while working on the house alone, I had placed a lamp on the kitchen counter being as close to the wall and as far away from the edge as possible, so that it would not fall off. I had exited the kitchen to a smaller room when I felt something pass beside me. Turning, I saw a very dark shadow in the kid's bedroom, moving toward the same room that I was in, but it kept moving onto where the kitchen was, then I saw the lamp fly across the room to the floor. I picked the lamp up and replaced the bulb. I said out loud, "You could do less damage and I'm not an easy one to run off."
This old house was heated solely by a pot belly stove so it was chill, as winter had just set in, keeping it even colder at night. After killing the power to the master bedroom one evening, my wife and I were painting when a strong uneasy feeling came over her. She had never experienced any type of paranormal activity. I explained that there are ghosts or maybe even evil angry spirits wanting no changes to be made, including any persons living there. Something wanted us gone.
I could feel the presence of a gentle woman ghost figure every night, never wanting to reveal herself to me but to my boy, many times. I seem to have the ability to see without actually seeing. Late one evening, hours after my boy had gone to sleep, we heard him yelp. Running to the room, my wife asked what was wrong, and he pointed to his right knee showing a new wound, one that was bleeding. He told her that something had struck his leg. We looked around for what might have struck him but to no avail. Being that we had just moved in there were only a few stuffed animals and bedclothes.
Many times he saw the gentle woman but lots of time myself and all of my family saw and felt the angry younger spirit. After replacing most of the ceiling in the kitchen, we left for a few hours to come back and see it all tore down.
I can sense who people are and who they were, and with the town's information. I put together that this evil spirit had forced himself into this house, virtually taking over the gentle woman's haven. She had died in this house and wanted peace, this was known. Eventually we gave up on the house, being that this spirit was not going to allow any of the work to be completed.