When I was very young, like three or four, my grandparents had a farm house that was haunted. He would do stupid things like taking wallets and then after hours of searching and yelling at him he would put it somewhere out in the open like in the middle of a bed or the kitchen counter. He would never do anything bad, but it just got annoying. My grandmother took care of an autistic man and he would have conversations with him. I do remember one night when I was sleeping in the room, the one that he fell out the window, he was turning the light on and off and just standing there. He would turn the power off in the hole house while you were showering or in the middle of the stairs. When they moved out, she asked him to come with her. My grandmother, reast in peace, was kind of crazy.

They checked into after a while, he was mentally retarded and fell out the window when he was like 25.