My home is over 150 years old and has had two suicides and multiple natural deaths inside it. I lived in it for a few years when I was young and one night while sitting watching tv I distinctly heard someone come up the steps and walk down the porch. I got up to turn on the porch light and the foot steps where still coming towards the door, as I reached the door I turned on the light and opened he door and there was no one to be seen.
When I turned 20 I moved away and rented the house for over 25 years and the various people that lived in it all complained about it being haunted, giving various details of things that would happen, like kitchen cabinets and drawers all being opened in the morning, things on shelves being turned or moved, and doors opening and closing. I came back home in 2006 and took the house over and began a 2 year restoration. There were many days I would feel a 'presence' in the house to the point I had to just get out of it, not afraid of any thing, just a bit bothered by the feeling. As I started to reconstruct, I had to hire help, and one day my help left to run to the store and grab some lunch while I sat in what is now my bedroom listening to someone running full tilt in the hall and the bedroom directly above me. My help returned, and he proceeded to go upstairs and started to call my name. I told him I was downstairs. He kept insisting that I was upstairs as he had heard me walking around up there when he pulled up. I finally convinced him that I was downstairs, and he came down in the room where I was, and after only a minuet or so, the running started back up. We both sat there debating what it could be, and he tried going up there but as soon as he left the room we were in the noise would stop abruptly and start back up a couple of minuets after he came back inside the room downstairs.
I finished the project in 2008 and have lived in the house, more or less, ever since. It is all quiet. No unusual noises, no strange feelings or presence. I did, on purpose, install pocket doors in the entire downstairs in an attempt to combat the mysterious door openings and closings. If I had to make a guess, and I'm do not believe in this kind of garbage, but my guess would be that I removed so much of the original house, that whatever was attached to it got hauled off to the dump or burned in the burn pile. I replaced every wall inside and out. Replaced all the sills and the piers they sit on and put footers under the piers. Every window every door every wire every pipe. The only things left original to the house are the ceilings downstairs, the floor joists for the upstairs and the floors upstairs, the staircase itself, and the ceilings upstairs (which have never been painted and are beautiful) and everything above the top plate.
So that's my 'ghost' story. I'm not asking you to believe it, it is what it is. There was a guy I knew that grew up in the house (he's long since dead) and his grandfather was one of the suicides, and he told me the story about that day in 1929 when he was only about 9 years old. He told me several stories about the house. I've shared mine with you, so enjoy!