My grandparents owned a cottage built by a preacher in the 1930's (?) or so. It was their summer home in N. Carolina when they lived in Florida back in the 80's. Oftentimes, we'd go visit them for a week or two at a time and they were always talking about a ghost they'd named "Frankie". They believed she was female, even though they never saw her because things would disappear from the kitchen and turn up in odd places all over the house. When something would go missing, my grandma would call, "Frankie, quit messing around and give (what ever the object was) back." And it someone would turn it up. I remember once finding my grandma's favorite paring knife (she called it her Valuable Little Knife) on top of the refrigerator. Don't ask me what possessed me to look for it up there, but it was so odd that I still remember it.
One night, my mom and dad were awake and talking with the lights off in their room and my grandparents were doing the same across the hall. Dad saw a weird glow and they heard a shuffle of feet as if in slippers, pass their bedroom door. Before too long, they heard the doorknob of my grandparents door turn back and forth. My grandma yelled, "Very funny, Tom!" but he answered, "it's not me!" from his own room. The same happened again the next night, so the third night, my grandparents left their door opened. Whatever it was passed by Mom and Dad's room, shuffled down the hall, and through my grandparents' room and through the wall. After a few more nights, it stopped. After we got some photos developed, a picture of the house from the outside had a fuzzy face in the basement window.
On a later trip, my aunt and uncle brought their 9mo old daughter. Her toys turned on during the night, and they could hear a rocker creak back and forth at different intervals. My cousin April would giggle over my aunts shoulder, pointing and saying "baby". As they were leaving, April strained to turn around in her carseat and said, "bye-bye Baby."
Eventually the weird things ceased happening altogether.
Barb