Pack Your Bags
My grandmother lived in a house that was haunted for a few years. We called him Fred. You could hear Fred walking around in the attic, pictures would regularly fall off of the walls, and sometimes the silverware drawer would be open and its contents all over the floor.
One night, my great grandparents were sleeping in the guest bedroom. My great-grandmother woke up to use the restroom but heard someone taking a shower in there. She assumed it was my aunt and waited outside the door until she was done.
Whoever was in the shower got out and used the hair dryer, then the door opened, and no one came out. My great-grandmother couldn’t take it anymore. She woke up my great-grandpa, packed her bags, and had him drive her home.
She didn’t visit again as long as she lived there. My grandma hired a water witch, and all of those experiences stopped. Story credit: Reddit / Bertrand_R