As a realtor by trade I tour many homes. Often I’m previewing homes for clients and find myself alone in vacant homes both new and old. Many of my central San Diego neighborhoods that I sell in are older with homes dating back to the early 1900s. I’ve experienced happenings that could be called paranormal not only in the 100 year old homes, but also in newer homes as well.
Have you ever encountered a ghost? Or strange activities?
I found this video on the Victorian stereotype quite interesting. I hope you do too!
Fearsome Beard 
Unfortunately not.
My family moved into a brand spanking new, never-before-occupied house in a new development in 1972 in what had formerly been sprawling onion fields. It was a tri-level design, with the kitchen, living, and dining room on the ground floor, 3 bedrooms and 2 baths upstairs, and the family room and my bedroom and bath in the portion that was partially underground. (Not a full basement, the floor was only about 4 feet below grade level.)
There were many instances when we’d all be in the family watching television and one of the bedroom doors upstairs would slam shut. There were no windows open in the house so they couldn’t have blown shut. Sure enough, we’d go upstairs and find either my parents’ room door closed, or my sister’s room, or my dad’s study. It was rather unnerving, but we laughed it off as “ghosts” even though there had been no previous occupants in the house.
After I’d gone off to college, my mom was downstairs sleeping in my room during one of my dad’s snoring fits, and she was violently awakened by the bed shaking. “It nearly shook me out of bed.”
There had been no earthquake (this was Phoenix, after all) and at that point forward Mom *never* slept in my room again.
After I returned home from college, a frightening experience I had was waking up—or so I thought—and finding myself standing halfway up the stairs leading back to the ground floor. I looked back downstairs towards my room and saw two things: a dark silhouette of *something* immediately standing behind me *and* my own body still laying in bed, quite asleep. The silhouette was moving toward me in a menacing manner, and in a move reminiscent of a well-trained Jedi, I did a back flip over the entity and *dove* back in my body, immediately awakening afterward. (It gives me chills now just thinking about it.) I had been experimenting with astral projection and remote viewing for some time prior to this, and to this day I think *something* didn’t want me messing around with any of that.