I am totally open to the idea of spectres, ghosts....creatures that go bump in the night....demonic possessions and such.
I lived in an old house about 12 years back. One of the oldest houses in town. My GF and I would hear children laughing at 2 or 3 in morning. Like they were right outside our window, in the driveway......or the back yard. Not one of our neighbors had young kids. Certainly not little children. It used to creep us the hell out.
After her and I broke up, I went all stupid and started going crazy with the coke for a while....all depressed and pissed at the world. I hadn't touched the shit in 4 or 5 years at this point....but I let my emotions and bullshit rule and ended up starting again. Within a week of me being alone, in this nearly 100 year old home, with just my dogs......shit got REAL weird.
My buddies would come over, we would rip it up. Get all tweaked out....then they would leave, and it would be just me and my dogs. As I was wired, I was often awake thru the morning hours.
I would try and tell my friends about these noises I would hear. A banging in the furnace or under the floor. They were like...."yeah right". It drove me nuts. Then one night I made my buddy stick around past 2 in the morning. We were sitting there and the noise hit again. But these noises weren't like a tap or groan noise. This was a full on ......... BOOOOOM !!!!! Like someone took a 20 lb sledge to one of the floor joists. It literally would make my heart jump, and my dogs would jump up, growl and tuck their tails, and hair would stand up. Well, my buddy finally got to hear what I had been talking about. The look on his face was like "WTF in god's name was that"
To this day I wonder about how these weird sounds got more intense and frequent immediately after I broke down, started doing blow.....right after breaking up with my longtime GF. Weakened emotional state, spooky as fuck house.......lots of bad emotions and feelings......I don't know, but it makes me think sometimes.
I told this story in another thread, and someone mentioned something to do with the ducting, old house...yadda yadda......which is what I pondered, and still do to this day.........but the feeling my buddy and I felt right after, like I felt every night, afraid to walk around the house.....and the way my dogs would sketch out......real strange.