When I was in my early 20's we had purchased an old Victorian home to renovate. At the time, I was going to law school and working nights for a police department. When working the graveyard shift, when there was not a lot to do, we would often pull old case files and look for wierd stuff. Once, I pulled a file and opened it only to find it was a death investigation at the house we had purchased and were living in. There were pictures of an elderly man, who was dead, sitting on a chair at a table in the kitchen. The investigation had determined no foul play was involved in his death. But we had wierd things happen at that house, especially in the ktichen...silverware missing or changed, cupboards opened and once I came home and the oven was on. (We never cooked at the time!) It was bizarre.