AND I just moved into a novel house in New Brunswick for the school year that is incredibly aged. Whenever I was home alone (fully knowing that no one else was home), I would hear distinct footsteps from upstairs, going from one end of the house to the other (very different from the usual settling sounds of a house). The sounds of doors opening and closing would echo throughout the place and there was always this strange feeling that someone else was actually in the place from time to time. However, the event that convinced me that the place was partially haunted occurred one night in the middle of a perfectly normal sleep that was suddenly interrupted by an older man with gray hair and a terribly sinister look on his face. He then growled and I heard nothing but clamorous, cackling laughter. This tore me out of my sleep and the moment I woke up, my entire DVD rack (with about 100+ movies) slowly tilted forward and fell over, scattering all of my DVDs everywhere.
To my surprise, I wasn't that scared. More pissed off than anything else, because earlier in the week I had simply put them all in alphabetical order.
