I too have experienced some of the paranormal in times past as well as my husband.
I lived in a house that was divided up into two apartments. I would hear noises and get creepy, cold feelings. When I tried to discuss the phenomena with my pastor, he dismissed it as demons cannot live within four walls, that it must live within the human body.
But...that explanation did little to explain why my aloe vera plant was plucked up from it's pot by the roots. Or bump noises on the wall behind my bed at night. So...I decided it was a rat, although I never ever saw any evidence of a rat such as droppings or chewing of box food and such.
I got to the point where I just kind of dreaded going home at night. I started to get very depressed, crying for no good reason. And dreams....
One day I was visiting with my neighbor, who lived in the other apartment. I told her that I heard her little boy kicking the wall last night, assuming his bed was next to the wall as most people use the wall as a partial barrier to help keep them from falling out of bed. She looked at me...almost in horror. Then she said that she wanted to show me something. So she took me into his bedroom and the entire wall behind my bedroom wall was full of metal shelves from end to end with all his toys and books and what nots on it. His bed was at the other end.
I went hmmmmmm.....
She told me that one night she could not sleep so she flicked on the light and got a book out to read. All of a sudden, her boy's toy fireman hat's siren went off (like a firetruck). It sits on the top shelf in his bedroom. The boy was sleeping so soundly it did not wake him up.
Hmmmmm.....
So... the last straw for me was one day I came home and found my aloe vera plant plucked up by the roots and on my living room floor at least 15 feet from where I kept the pot.
I made quick plans to move.
On moving day, my neighbor two doors down, a Holy Ghost filled-woman, said to me..."Well...now that you decided to move, I just want to tell you that the woman who used to own that house was very depressed. She decided to kill herself by turning on the gas and lighting a match. They say that the explosion was so great that they could not scrape all of her brains off the bedroom wall".
Now I think to myself...if the explosion was that great, why is the house still standing? But nevertheless, I had enough.