OK can I first say I am a totally normal person (I think) and I don't believe in spooks and I have never seen a ghost before or thought they exist. And I am sitting alone in my house where I've pretty much decided the ghost and I live while I wait for my husband to drive up from the fucking city and I'm kinda freaked out.
Our place is in southern Vermont and we bought two years ago and basically lived in it and DIY'd it into a liveable state. Nothing unusual happened and we made it really nice again. It is a beautiful space and the views are awesome. The couple we bought it from were lovely but done with trying to keep the place up at an old age and they were happy to sell. We gave them a good price because I wanted the view. My point is it had good karma. The transaction, I mean. Then last fall we made a plan to do a build on and reconfigure the main floor in the process to make it basically open concept. It was a warren of little farm house rooms. Opening it up made it so lovely. We also put in a couple bathrooms for guests, upstairs, so some walls moved there. That build went fine. Nothing unusual. But once it was just us again, things started happening. Whenever we're sitting on the sofa, we have both (separately) turned and looked over our shoulder, convinced somebody was there or watching us. We had a guest once who asked me 'how late were you up last night?' because he said he heard whispering. Twice I know I've seen curtains move slightly and twice we've found this stuff like egg white by the fireplace. Me once, husband once. We don't know what it is or why it is there (nacreous layer of permacum joke goes here, I wish...)
When I came in tonight there was a broken glass in the middle of the kitchen floor. It doesn't make sense. No one's been in because there's only one person with a key and I called him. No one broke in because all the windows were latched and all the doors are double locked... you can't get in without a key and you can't leave without using a key to lock it. Tonight I've heard three bangs, all upstairs. I am not going up. (I was up before it got dark, everything was normal.) We have a wood fired hot tub outside and when I was building the fire I am certain I saw something - like a figure - move on the main floor. It was a shadow. It was fleeting. But I am fucking sure I saw it.
So talk to me for awhile because I'm kinda fucking totally freaked out. Has anybody been through this and how the fuck did you get the asshole ghost out of your house? Because I am totally fucking freaked out to be honest and my dickhead husband isn't answering his cell. I'm basically convinced we've pissed something off because we altered the building. I assume it liked our paint colours before we started knocking out walls because this shit didn't happen when it was just paint chips. Fuck I think I hate this house. And I have every light on.