I am typically a skeptic and can usually apply logic to a situation and figure out a plausible explanation. When I bought my house, they had to disclose reports of paranormal activity concerning the house. I thought "Yay, whatever" but entertained it in good humor even addressing said ghost by name.

There is nothing concrete that I can tell you. Nothing hovering in the air. No furniture appearing on the ceiling. Nothing that shows as any type of blip on anyone's typical paranormal radar.

However, the number of times I have had to rationalize an event, or come up with explanations for why or how something happened, borders on obsessive.

• The typical footsteps upstairs, children laughing. (Before I had children). Knocking on walls or doors. Hey, it's an old house, creaks, groans, hot water pipes pinging, etc...it all happens.
• Light bulbs smashed on the floor having removed themselves from the metal base.
• One plant in particular that would get overturned often, on one occasion ending up halfway across the room
• The stereo turning on at random times of the day, almost always to classical music. So frequently, that I would always keep one classical CD in a random slot in the CD player just to see if that is the one that gets played.
• Various "lost" objects showing up in highly noticeable places. Like how can you lose your watch in the middle of the completely cleared kitchen table? Yet, after half an hour of searching, there it is.

But the ones that get me the most are the ones where I am completely stumped.

• On the same day, every year, is the smell of something burning. It can be detected in only two specific but unrelated parts of the house. You can even define the limits of where you can smell it by walking around. After about two hours it goes away. Until the next year.

• The other one is the presence of "hot-spots" in the house. Not by temperature. But when you stand in a certain place, you feel something. This has been witnessed by people aware as well as unaware of the phenomenon itself. And some of the spots have a direction associated with them. When you stand in one, you feel compelled to face a certain way. I watched a police officer get completely freaked as he turned in mid-sentence to stare at the wall, looking it up and down, then took two solid steps backwards while looking at the floor and when he turned around, he was visibly shaken.

But hey, no spinning chandeliers or dead girls climbing out of television sets, so I'm good.