This is a completely true story. I know, I've had a lot of experiences in my life, but it is what it is. When we bought our second home in Kansas City, it was used and unusual. For the first thing it had black wall paper in the bathroom. ( I forgot to say hubby put an offer on it before I had even seen it). It was very dark with dark paneling (popular) in the day. Heavy cornice boards and curtains. I never felt right , or happy in this home. We had our funny little doggie Freddy at this time. Every time, I would go to the basement, I felt uneasy. I did go into the home, took down the cornice boards, curtains, took out the dark brown carpet. It did lighten up the house. But, DD kept saying she saw a man ( she was 6 then), sitting in living room chair, at night. Of course I told her she was dreaming, or had a big imagination. Problem was I would hear footsteps coming down the hallway, late at night, around 3 A.M. Freddy would sit just inside the bedroom, with low menacing growl. It didn't happen every night, but enough to make everyone uneasy. To make a long story short, the owner of the house, had died in it from cancer. That explained a lot to me. We moved after my neighbor's told us what had happened in that house. I was never so glad to leave in my life. Moral of the story...find out what happened before you occupy a used house. Or don't buy used. We bought another used home in Colorado, no ghosts, but crazy things built in that home. The one we have now, was new, and I told hubby when we move for the last time, it better be new. I'm not putting up with that kind of stuff anymore.