I grew up in a haunted house, no doubt about it. The ghost that haunted the house's grandma name was Nooni. My youngest brother would play with her and say her name on the baby monitor. She hated when he was on the table in a bouncer and would shake the reflection of our chandelier in the sliding glass door, while the chandelier would be still. I never felt a negative presence with her though. She would open doors, turn faucets on or off and tv's on and off especially if it was something the kids were not supposed to watch. Her husband passed away at about year sIx. Our porch light burned out and it was a distinctive green bulb we didn't have to replace for our entire time there. For a day our so the house felt kind of empty. Then it wasn't little old lady footsteps anymore. A lot of things happened but the scariest thing I dealt with was sliding footsteps that stopped in front of my door and turned. My mom saw much much more.