In the house where my family lived from the time I was 11 to about 15, I occasionally would think I heard someone call my name. Of course, no one would be there. Also, I sometime would think I saw a figure walking through the door between my room and my brother’s room. It only happened once in a while and was never any big deal.
While living in this same house, my brother and I got into an argument over whether the house was haunted (we were probably 14 and 11 at the time). He kept insisting that it was and I kept insisting that he was full of crap. We were standing in the laundry room and I finally looked at him and said “There are no such things as ghosts!!” The words had barely left my mouth when a family picture came crashing off the wall, narrowly missing my head.
I kept my opinions to myself after that.
“There are more things you don’t know than there are things that I do know. I despair of the imbalance.” – Dr. Morgenes, The Dragonbone Chair