• There was this house my mum and i used to live in. It was built in 1929 so it had a lot of history, the usual stuff, different people over the years. When we moved in there was what we thought was the usual noises you get used to in a new place, and little things that would happen that, you know, you just don’t think about too much ’cause you are too busy settling in. It started with the cupboard doors opening wide and being left that way. Our fridge used to make dogy humming noises and we’d hear a sound in the night thinking that was it. Then the talking, low voices, nothing violent. Then it escalated. We woke up one morning and every cupboard door in the kitchen was wide open. Every one. Mum and i have both woken up on separate occasions and gone into the kitchen for water and the kettle has been turned on. Our kettle needs to be pressed FIRMLY down on the button, it’s not automatic or anything. Then we got home one evening to hear two old ladies whispering quietly to each other. We thought we’d left the radio on. Both of us. We asked the each other twice if either of us could turn it off before going to check. The radio takes two switches to get from CD mode to radio. It was off. To those of us who haven’t had hauntings before this is probably a bit weird, but we liked our ghosts. The old ladies stayed until we left, and the cheeky spirit who used to play kitchen pranks on us would come and go as it pleased. Make off that what you will…