posted on Jul, 31 2014 @ 12:55 AM
We had a ghost in the house I grew up in.
We called him Ivan and for the most part he was pretty benign.
One night he tossed our rec room TV across the room and our dog wouldn't get within 10 feet of the basement steps doorway.
Aside from the TV most of the time it was little stuff like tilting pictures or knocking them off the walls.
But there was one time early on that he was helpful.
About 6 months after we moved in and started renovating the house (it was built in 1885 and always reminded me of the house from The Money Pit) I was
in the library doing my homework and my mom was oiling the wood ceiling in the next room and I heard her say "don't worry I won't" then
"thanks". I poked my head around the corner and she was the only person in the room, 12 feet up a ladder.
She said the ladder started to wobble (it was a huge old wood one that was in the house when we bought it) and someone said "careful, don't fall"
and steadied the ladder. When she realized it wasn't me because I was 30 feet away the whole time she got a tad white and came down the ladder