So I grew up on a farm in rural Sweden. There were two houses on the farm, one for my family and one for my grandparents who had passed the farm on to my father. One day when I was about ten years old my brother and I were playing in my room upstairs. The only other person in the house was my mom, who was downstairs cleaning. I was sitting on the floor in the middle of the room facing my brother when a toy hockey stick came flying from behind and landed beside me. It was of course completely terrifying. Years later when my grandparents has passed, my parents were divorced and we had all long since moved away I decided to go back there and visit the people who bought our farm from us. I figured it would be nice to see what they had done with the place and so on. They were really nice people and didn't seem to be at all superstitious. After a while though I could tell the guy was a little apprehensive and he eventually told me that just after they had moved in all hell broke loose in the house. Doors slamming, lights going on and off, the kids seeing people that shouldn't be there and so on. Eventually they got in touch with a psychic who performed some kind of cleansing or something that put an end to the paranormal activities. I don't know what all of this was or what it means but it was my experience. And the new owner of the farm, I could tell that he struggled to tell this story but I guess he figured I'd had similar experiences. Oh, and one last thing. Apparently when the psychic was leaving she had looked at the empty house my grandparents had lived in and said "That place is terribly dark". My grandmother wasn't a very nice person so if anybody would stick around somehow after death, it would be her.