Re: Continuing the supernatural talk…
My family and I lived in a “haunted” house from when I was 14 to right after my 18th birthday. We didn’t know (nor did we think to ask..). The owner of the house lived there with his mother, who was really ill. We later found out that she was mentally ill and had been shipped to an institution a few months before they put the house up for sale. His father died in the house and his mother died a couple months after she was moved to the institution. 
So any way… We move in, everything seemed fine, and then slowly things started to get creepy. I have SO many stories! And it wasn’t just me who was having these encounters. Everyone in my family, one by one, had dealt with something at least once.
What ever was in the house, if it was a ghost, jinns, what ever it was, DID NOT want us there. Lights would turn on and off on their own. We would put something down in one place and leave the room, when we came back into the room it would be moved. Dishes were always rattling in the cupboards.. and the list goes on and on!
I remember, many times when I was home alone, if I was sitting down stairs and watching TV or something, I could clearly hear people walking back and forth, up and down the hall way. It wasn’t just one, I’d hear different foot steps at different paces. Same happened if I was upstairs alone. I’d hear people moving things around down stairs and talking!! Clear convos!
A few times, I’d me walking down the stairs and I could clearly feel someone push me. Me and my younger brother were always falling down the stairs. And I was too afraid to tell any one what I felt because I didn’t want them to think I was crazy, but my brother finally confided in me and said “Baji.. I think someone pushes me when I fall down the stairs.”
Once, my mom was home alone and she heard the dishes rattling, she opened the cupboard and a plate literally slid out. She stuck out her hand and caught it, then a heavy glass jug, that obviously had a flat base, slid out right after it and landed on the plate, breaking it and cutting my moms hand. The cut was so deep she had to get multi-layer stitches. 
Once, we were all sitting in the dining room together, and out of no where a coin rolled in from the direction of the stairs, to the center of the room and stayed standing up. It stayed standing, and didn’t budge for a week.
One of the scariest things I saw, was when we finally decided enough was enough and we were moving out. The entire house was empty and all that was left was the HUGE dressing table. There was no way to move it, get behind it, or under it… and for the 4 years we were in that house, it didn’t move… at all! So the movers and my dad (4 guys total) pick up the dressing table. It was so heavy that they had to put it down and decide a plan of action on how to lift it again. LOL..
So they have another go at it, and when they move it, there were nail/ scratch marks under where the table was. CLEARLY no one could get under the table to do such a thing. And there was nothing under the table that could have scratched the hard wood repeatedly, in the same pattern, the same distance apart. I put my hand up to it to feel it, and they were DEEP deep DEEEEP scratches into the wood. And clearly looked like it was scratches from a hand/ nails.
But yeh… There are tons of more stories, tons tons tons!!
Worst 4 years of my LIFEEE!