The Old Farmhouse
When I was a teen, I lived in a haunted house along with my parents. The place was an old farmhouse that we were remodeling. We were there for a couple of months before witnessing anything. One day I was underneath my truck, which was supported by only a jack.
I was in the middle of working on it, with no good reason to get out at that moment. Suddenly, an overwhelming urge to get out from underneath overcame me. I still can’t believe the next events. No sooner than I got out, the truck fell to the ground—the jack had slipped.
It freaked my dad out because he thought I was still underneath. When my mom got home, we mentioned it, and she started just crying. She was sobbing pretty hard. It turned out the previous owner lost his life in the driveway—under a vehicle—in that very spot.
I would often see moving shadows and strangely hear music from the upstairs area. One of the more disturbing things happened when my mother was cooking breakfast.
She turned away to get something out of the cabinet, and when she turned back around, all the forks set out were bent straight up. Story credit: Reddit / TheToenailCollector