My sister and I lived in a stone house, at the top of a small mountain right smack in the middle of 25 acres. There was a gravel driveway that led up to the house. We had 3 dogs at the time, a Lab, a Great Dane, a Pekeniese (sp) and a cat.
All this started gradually and maybe that's why we weren't scared or nervous.
We'd be sitting in the living room and hear someone walking on the wooden hallway right behind us. The dogs would all jump up and check it out, everytime.
This house was solid stone and you couldn't hear anything from outside. Our doors/windows would be shut and we'd hear a car on the gravel, people would get out laughing and chatting, we'd hear the car doors slamming shut....our dogs would go nuts, we'd open the door and no one was there. We'd have company and they'd get up to open the door and ask, "Are you expecting someone else?". But when someone did drive up, we'd be surprised when they knocked on the door since we didn't hear a thing...not ever the dogs.
We'd wake up to the sounds of a party in the living room. We'd hear the glasses clinking, the laughing and partying, soft music and muffled voices...of course it stopped when we got out of bed.
We had a huge stone covered porch that was attached to the house/front door. I'd be grilling and my sister would be in the kitchen. We'd meet each other in the living room and say, "What?". We had each heard our names being called and assumed it was each other. We'd heard that alot in the house, many times, and would meet each other 1/2 way.
We'd hear digging in the woods that surrounded the house. We could hear a shovel going into gravely dirt and the dirt being thrown. The dogs would take off and as soon as they hit 'the spot', the digging would move about 100 yards and they'd take off after that noise.
My dad came to visit and although he loved animals, he didn't want to sleep with them and our dogs would be all over the beds at night...moving back and forth between our beds. At bedtime, we made sure the 3 dogs and the cat were all locked in our bedroom. My dad was sleeping in mine. In the morning he woke up and was annoyed that we had left the cat out and she played with his suitcase clasps all night long, in the closet. The cat was with us, of course.
Now that closet gave me problems, too. I'd wake up to shoes being dropped and I could hear the hangers moving around, like someone was taking an outfit out and then putting it back in while sliding the other hangers to make room.
The house was alarmed to the hilt. Someone who lived there before us had even alarmed a closet that she kept her furs in. After we went to bed and the alarm was set, we'd wake up when it would go off in the middle of the night. We'd get up and that closet door would be opened.
Oh oh Oh! I forgot to tell you this, about when we moved in the house. We of course, went from top to bottom making sure everything was secured and cleaned out. We only found one thing in that house, one little bitty tiny thing that seemed to set the mood for living there. In the attic, on one of the 2x4s that supported the house, was an old negative. When we held it up to the light, it was a negative of a room with a coffin in it.
Funny, we were never scared in the house. I stayed there alone on many occasions, at night.
Lots of things have happened to me since then but that house really stands out in my mind, of course.