In college I lived in a old house on S street, can't recall the exact intersection, maybe between 29th and 30th? Cool looking place, kinda victorian style with the wrap-around porch. Landlord used to name his properties so this one was "Casablanca" and it had a big sign on it that said that. Anyhow, lived there with 2 other guys and they had weirder experiences than I ever did.
It was 3 br, 2 upstairs and one down and I had the downstairs one. So I was directly below one of them, and it had a squeaky floorboard so I would always hear when my roommate got up in the morning because that board would creak. So one afternoon I'm in my room and I figured maybe my roommate is gone or he's napping. I hear the board creak so I went upstairs because I was gonna tell him something. I was the only one home.
Guy who stayed in that bedroom said at night sometimes, he would feel something crawl into bed with him. Or out of the corner of his eye he'd see somebody walk by.
We used to park in the back yard because you could drive right in from the alley. Our third roommate said he pulled up to the back once and thought I was home because he saw somebody looking out the upstairs window. Nobody home. I get back from class one day to find him just creeped out. It was just me and him living in the house at this point. We would keep the third Br shut and the vent closed to save a little on utilities. We'd come home to find the door opened all the time. He tells me he was in his room right next to it, and the door was open, so he shut it. Goes back to his room. The door opens. He shuts it. Goes back to his room. The door opens HARD and thumps against the wall. Then from downstairs he hears this CLANK and goes down to the kitchen to find a pint glass standing up in the middle of the floor.
Guy who moved in after me claimed to have seen crazier **** than that...but he also used to do acid so take that with a grain of salt I guess.