My hubby and I lived in a little old studio house when we first got married. it was a kitchen, livingroom and bathroom. We had a hide-a-bed in the livingroom, that doubled as the bedroom.
ANYWAY
we had a 'resident' ghost. He would hide stuff. My brush... no matter where I put it, in the morning it would be in the closet. On the top shelf.
Little things like that.
The closet was in the livingroom/bedroom. It had one of those pull-chain type lights.
We would be in bed, watching TV at night, and the closet light would come on.
You could hear the click and everything.
One night, I got up and went into the bathroom (you had to walk all the way in, and pull the chain in the middle of the room to turn the light on) and there was a man standing in the corner of the bathroom. Staring at me.
We lived there for about a year.
I wasn't ever bothered by it until I actually saw him in the bathroom.
Then, I was like, ... I don't want to share my house anymore. 