Haunted House.

I believe my house is haunted. No, I don't just even believe it, in some ways I know it. But I just don't know how to sum all the things that has happened up into a reasonable pile of proof to seem sane, if you understand me?

There's this thing for instance - a half a year ago, my brother was about to leaving the house because he was (obviously) going out (he was alone home), and just as he'd locked the door and taken a few steps away from the house, there was a sound of the doorhandle moving, so he turned around - and he saw the doorhandle slowly rising into its previous state - meaning someone or something pressed it down. That. Is. Creepy.
Then there's the hallways, where you always have the feeling of being glared at, which I feel now as I sit in the kitchen area. The floorboards creak like crazy until I stare at them and say "stop it," (I know, I sound so f***ings insane, but what's a girl to do?) and what do you think? Yes, they stop! They're entirely quiet until I turn my gaze back to the laptop, and then they start squeaking again!
It. Is. Not. Funny.
 
Have you experienced similar things? 
Do you believe in ghosts?  

Song of the day: Hope There's Someone by Antony And the Johnsons.

Woop Woop from a freaked out girl.