When I returned home from the Army in 1973 I purchased a Turn of the Century home. The home had not been occupied for many years and the lady who lived there had died in a nursing home. The home was built by a local man and had in his will that his sister would live there until her death. The house went to the niece and nephew of this lady. They put the house on the market and I bought it with the help of the VA under the GI Bill. I had never given much thought to ghost and chalked up most stories as someones vivid imagination. Untill little things began to happen that could not be explained. There was a large bed room at the front corner of the house. My young son's bedroom had a door that seperated the two rooms. Sort of a shorter door than was normal for the house. He complained that he could hear the door shaking at night and someone turning the door knob. I took it as a sign that he just wanted to sleep in the room with us. I installed one of those hooking door latches like you put on the inside of a screen door to make him feel more secure. There is a long hall that runs down the entire length of the house. Typical to many houses built during this era. My wife complained that as she would walk up the hallway that the door to this bedroom would of a sudden swing open into the hallway. Well I put a latch on the hallway side of this door also. We just used this room as a storage room. Then things began to go missing from the room only to reappear later. I started to night college and my wife was terrified staying there at night. She comlained about hearing noises. I came home one night from school and she was sitting in the front room with the shotgun aimed at the bedroom door and said someone was in there and had rattled both doors. Well, I opened the door and assured her that no one was in there and it was her imagination playing tricks on her. Well, one night she and the boy were staying with her mom and it happened. I heard a noise from the front of the house and went to investigate. The door between that bedroom and my son's room was moving. Just a steady vibrating enough for that latch to rattle. I went in, gun in hand, to find no one inside. Totally creeped me out. A brick ranch house came up for sale in the town my wife's mom lived in so I bought it. I rented out the house for several years before I sold it. But guess who bought it? The man that I bought it from insisted I sell it back to him. Said his daughter,(who was in her 50's at the time) wanted it because it belonged to her granfather. Well, she bought the house, but no one has lived in it since. Still sits there, vacant, just like when I bought it. So I guess whatever is there lives in peace. No young couple and kids to disturb them. Well, while we lived in the next town we had a daughter who had never lived in the house and had never heard of the stories about the house. After my renters moved we were checking the house before we sold it. As my daughter was walking up the hallway , it happened again, that door opened into the hallway. When she told us about it, me and the wife just looked at each other..