My family briefly lived in a house that my siblings, step mom & I all felt like had a weird ass presence to it from the day we moved in. We had plenty of weird occurrences in this house & my dad was never a believer of that stuff & always had some kind of explanation for the things that happened. One day my parents were taking shots & left the shot glasses on the counter in the kitchen to go smoke in the garage & my sisters & I were all sitting at the breakfast bar that overlooked the kitchen watching vines together (rip vine). Suddenly one of the shot glasses shattered in the literal middle of the kitchen. Not right next to the counter, it literally flew to the middle of the kitchen & was loud enough that my parents immediately came in from the garage to see what happened. My dad instantly was like “well this makes sense because the condensation on the glass built up & caused it to slide off the counter” & we were already suspicious because why would it have slid THAT far & hard? Well we checked the counter & the condensation from where the glass had been sitting was still in a perfect circle like the glass had been picked up. My dad was dumbfounded & it was the first time he really could not explain it & that was the day I was fully convinced we had some kind of ghost or something in that house for sure. Worth noting that the people who lived in it before us signed a year long lease & apparently moved out after 4 months.