Originally Posted by dvmweb
No. Show me one. Can't.
Will noises do?
About 30 years ago we lived in a ranch house in rural Washington State; remote enough to have no power lines or phone.
A month or 2 after we moved in, we lit the first fire in the living room fireplace. The back door in the main room blew open. We could see the 2 cats who were sitting on the couch "watch" an invisible something go from the open door to the fireplace; then go along to the kitchen at which point the cats abruptly lost interest.
It was a little weird, and we made jokes about it.
A few weeks later, we were sitting downstairs when we heard my brother, (who was living with us at the time) get out of bed, stamp his boots on the floor, come down the narrow steep stairs and "kick" the door into the hall open (no landing)- very ordinary noises. A few moments later we remembered that my brother was gone for the weekend. We also realized this explained why the previous tenant had nailed muskrat traps to the floor in the upstairs bedrooms.
The "man coming downstairs" noises became fairly frequent. Visitors to the house had a good chance of hearing them; I know everybody in my extended family heard them at one time or another.
We also had a "whistler" who only I ever heard, and only in the kitchen or pantry. Tuneless whistling, kind of like under the breath.
My husband also had an experience while working on a new calf barn at that farm, which was built near the site of the original house which had burned down in the 30s. He was up on the roof when he thought he heard me calling him to come down off the roof. When he couldn't find me, he came stomping up to house, all cheesed off because I made him crawl down the ladder without explanation. I had not been near the barn at all that morning, of course.
We moved on from that rented farm a few years later. About three years ago, we were traveling through the area, and decided to swing through and see if we could find the old place. When we found it, we stopped by the mailbox so i could take some pictures, and the current young women of the house came down to chat with us. After some conversation about how the farm looked back in the late 70s and the promise to send her some pictures, I mentioned that we'd heard some kind of spooky noises back in those days. The lady's mouth just dropped open. She said her long-haul trucker husband thought she was nuts, but she was convinced the house had a "resident", and she was so relieved that she wasn't the first.
We never saw any physical manifestation, and the noises never really varied or interacted with us, except for the single incident on the roof.
I don't think we thought much about believing or disbelieving in ghosts before living there, but something was certainly going on in that house. We are a devout Christian family, so the idea of ghosts or spooks does not comfortably fit into our theology. However, the house and the stuff going on there existed and apparently still exist, so God has clearly got this covered.