One night while bedroom(2) was mine, I was up late reading. I heard a tapping at the window that faced the embankment. I was terrified. Mum tried to explain it as a deer in the walkway. The walkway however is far too narrow for deer.
The property around the house terrifies me at night. For a reason I'm unsure of, that's lead to me being scared of dark woods, I feel watched when outside the house at night. So much so that my skin crawls. I could explain this as a typical fear of darkness.
My sister, now 37, refuses to be in the house alone. She feels incredibly uncomfortable there. My mother feels the exact opposite.
My mother related to me recently about how my father had taken a sudden interest in the paranormal (he does every few years, though seemingly a skeptic) and was at the time contemplating, in the garden, the energy of the land and ley lines.
Perhaps most of these things could be put off to being the results of an imagination. Maybe so, but they've affected my life.