When I lived in a VERY old house in the country, there was definately a ghost that not only moved items, but frankly made himself right at home. I named him George(he didn't object to being called that) and he not only took things and returned them, but also made coffee for himself, using our stovetop coffee pot to heat the water. He also once acted almost like a poltergiest, in that he followed us to the grocery once and tossed a large can of beans off the shelf several times. I actually picked up that cana nd put it well back on the shelf to see it slide its way along to the front before flipping out a good 2 feet into the aisle. I told him I wasn't buying beans for him, and put the can back, it stayed.
I came into the kitchen once and the coffeepot was over the stove and banged down into place.
He seemed rather friendly, and other than occasionally taking all of my plates, never caused any trouble. My dad burnt the house to the ground(after taking all of my things from the storage shed and from my friend's house to put IN the house first) and I haven't been back to see if George is still around. No sign of him here in my currant house.
There was also a small grove of trees with a natural opening in the center that NO one would stand in for more than a minute or so without the hair standing up on your neck. When my father had the area cut(the pines were cut out for money) the guys doing the cutting refused outright to cut any of those trees, without being told anything. Wouldn't go near them.
I think that's about it.
An odd thing(not really a ghost story per say) that happened was that I wear my late husband's wedding ring on my neck on a silver chain. My own ring also is on the chain(I jammed my finger, and can't wear it). I wore both of them from the time my husband went into the hospital until now. His ring and mine were both gold, and stayed gold and shiney. Until the anniversary of is death. That day... not before, not after.. the one year anniversary his ring turned black as if tarnished. Mine did not. Mine has not. Strange? The first christmas after he died, I woke up to a knot tied into the chain. Not a tangle, a honest to ggodness knot, tied, where I had to unhook the chain(for the FIRST time since he gave me his ring and chain in the hospital) to untie that knot. How? No explanation. I don't particularly believe in a lot. But I can't explain that.
Wolfy