Oooo, scary topic! I could go on about it for ages. OTW, when I was studying at UH, my parents' friends offered me their backyard house free of rent. I went up to St. Louis Heights and loved it--UNTIL they said none of their kids would sleep there because "someone" kept pulling the covers off of them, usually while they were awake. (I moved to an apartment complex.)
A couple of years ago, I was teaching English to Hispanics in a local factory. It was October and I was teaching them all the Halloween words and suddenly, I swear, a piece of chalk leapt off the board and landed several feet in front of me. There was no way anyone could've faked it. I don't know who got out of there faster--the American architect who worked in there, the "macho" Mexican men, or me.
I told the CEO and he casually said, "Oh yeah, weird stuff happens here all the time; it was a parachute factory during the war and several people were killed in the machinery."
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