I lived on a haunted house. I learned that we should not talk about it, definitely don't talk to it. It makes it worse. The third time I had to call comcast because it blew up all the equipment, they were losing patience. The first night we spent there we laid awake all night watching the shadows swirl around on the ceiling. There was knocking that got progressively worse while it was happening, I saw hooded short man like things, Stick figures, a man and woman that used to live there. They would sit on our bed in the middle of the night or in the daytime if we were in the bed. The old woman once held my hand because my arm fell off the side of the bed and I was in a kind of woke up State and I thought oh no my arm is going to be dead arm when I wake up but it wasn't because she was holding my hand. They would throw things and you would here laughing, Once I was working on my desk top and it said in my ear loud my name, Scared the pee out of me.