Well, it's funny you should say that. I believe that there's a poltergeist inside my laundry room that eats socks.
Joking aside, back in 91, I lived in the annex of a Mansion. We had friends stay over that had, unbeknown to us, been 'dabbling' with Ouija boards.
After they left, in the early hours of the morning, an Onyx box on the window sill made a loud 'bang' - it had fallen apart - all the sides of the ornate box were basically now laying down.
An hour or so later, around 4 am, loud banging could be heard from the airing cupboard. It initially sounded like a creature - a bird or bat - flapping and crashing around. My Fiance was absolutely terrified - so now armed with a bat - I went to the airing cupboard. Placing my hand on the door, whatever was making the noise was now pounding on the actual door - more like a human thumping by this point. It was mental.
The very moment I flung the door open - silence. Nothing there at all. Poof - gone. It was a sealed cupboard with no gaps and a heater, with wooden rungs.
The following day, I described our experience to our friends that had visited. They were gobsmacked - because the same night they had been playing with a Ouija board around the same time and their pint glass had exploded.
Needless to say, they stopped messing with it and thankfully, the high strangeness stopped.
There's another experience I could share, if people are interested.
