Run of the Mill Haunting
From the age of five to 17, I lived in a house with activity. It was all pretty basic run-of-the-mill stuff—footsteps, voices, lights turning on and off, doors opening and shutting, batteries draining, etc. If we started renovating—which we almost always were—they would get more active and start throwing stuff.
I got used to it. They didn’t hurt us, so we just let it go. The worst thing they ever did was while we were moving in. I was five years old at the time, and my friend and I were playing in the only room that was finished in the basement while my parents were moving the stuff in.
My friend’s parents were helping. Suddenly, the door to the room we were in slammed shut. There was no wind, no draft, and no explanation. Then the lock engaged with a click, and someone started laughing. We were stuck in the room for two hours. Story credit: Reddit / typewrytten