We moved into a huge house (4200sq ft) that sat on 27 acres. 7 acres were in a gulch on the west side on highway 1 (beach side) the other 20 acres were above. The house was nothing fancy. Concrete foundation, studs with ships' mahogany on the inside and ships mahogany on the outside. No insulation, simple windows, 3 bedrooms and a half bath upstairs and kitchen, livingroom, 2 bedrooms and the service porch downstairs.
We'd been there about 2 months when the girls convinced us that they needed a horse. We got them one. As they were riding across the lower pasture (the grass was waist high) we could see where another animal was charging through the grass ahead of the girls
there was no other critter. That night I went upstairs to tuck the girls in. They had their bedroom curtains open so the moonligh was shining in. As I looked at their bed I could see an area that looked like someone was sitting there - but there was no one there. In the morning the girls told me that a woman had come in and tucked them in and told them that their dog (who had recently died) was with her and she would take care of him.
A few months later we had a dinner party. As we sat at the table eating dinner we all sat and watched as the candle flames split down the middle and burned sideways before going out. Then every cupboard door in the kitchen (and there were lots) slammed open at the same time and after a few minutes they all slammed shut at the same time.
A couple of years later we were having a Huge party. People had been told not to go upstairs - but up they went - the screaming started when all the upstairs doors slammed shut, and locked. Off and on for the remainder of my stay there there would be little events, the more we took care of the house, tended the roses, etc the more beneveloent the spirit became. She always let us know in small ways that she was watching out for us. Then one day it all stopped, suddenly.
The history goes that the previous owner had also owned another significant parcel on the east side of the Hiway where he and his wife (who was Native American) lived. He got wind of the State talking about building a bridge across the gulch and figured he could make a bundle if they paid him for property with a house on it instead of just the property. So he built this amazing house. Nothing fancy, just a house with almost every room 16 x 16. There were all kinds of intricate moldings and carvings in mahogany. Even the ceilings were mahogany. He moved his wife into the new house, took slips off of all her favorite rosebushes and planted them (125 rose bushes)in front of the house. There was 1700' of deeded beachfront to go along with it and she used to ride her mule all over the beach and the property above. The state didn't build the bridge and they continued to live there. After a number of years he was killed in a horrific fire. She couldn't inherit the property because she was Native American so his family shipped her off to Southern CA and had her institutionalized.
A friend of mine did a bunch of research and found out where she was when her obituary was published in the newspaper. The day she died was the day all the events at the house stopped. Bev said it was telekenisis. Strange story but true.
We also own a car that was owned by a dear friend of ours who passed away suddenly. Every now and then we'll be driving around and the smell of cigarette smoke will overwhelm us (he was a heavy smoker). We've been told that the house he died in is haunted too.