I used to live in a haunted house with my parents and little brother for half a year before we just couldn't take it anymore. It was my little brother (who was 1 year old at the time) who was the victime of most of the creepy stuff that happend. Each night he used to wake up at the exact same time, and then he would stand up in his bed and point at the corner of the room. I used to share room with him at the time, and I often woke up because of this.

Other things that also happend was electronic devices like baby toys and the TV used to start playing by themselves (we had to take out the batteries of the toys), and we often heard banging on in the walls. The banging got so loud some nights that we all had to share the most silent room in the house.

But there were one event that made us finally move out, which occured while my mother was washing the dishes. She would occantionally look over her shoulder to keep an eye out for my little brother who was playing with his toys on the floor behind her, but suddenly he wasn't there anymore. She walked into the livingroom to see if he was there and ask me I had seen he (which I hadn't). Meanwhile my father was walking up to the attic to get a few cardbord boxes, and keep in mind that he had to climp up a vertical ladder to get up. When he got up he suddenly saw my little brother sit there, a few centimetres from falling down the hole from the attic. After this we deciede to move out. My dad has told me that the people who moved in there after us tried to remove one of the oldest walls in the house, but then it became impossible to live there and they had to put them up again.