When my mother and father lived in in North Carolina, they lived in a house that had been previously owned by an elderly man who had died in the kitchen trying to get help during a cardiac arrest. While my father was away in the Navy and my mother was the only other one there, strange occurances would happen. When she walked by the kitchen she would find all of the cabinets open or some would slam. At other times she would lay her clothes ever so neatly on the bed while she showered so as not to wrinkle them. When she got out of the shower she would find them wrinkled and thrown carelessly on a nearby chair.

These things would only happen when my mother was alone.