Originally Posted by caelte
I'm lazy, so I just copied it from my post on the 100-year-olod house thread:
I helped my brother and his wife restore an 1860 farmhouse (which had long since become just a run-down house on a suburban block), and of course, one of the first priorities was to insulate it thoroughly. We jacked up sagging beams and reinforced them with steel plates, and made everything as plumb, level and square as possible. We did all the woodworking, including designing and building the kitchen (in cherry with bird's-eye maple panels).
Once it was all finished, we became acquainted with the ghost. We always assumed it was the previous owner, a woman who had been a fashion designer of some note back in the '40s. I witnessed the ghost's antics on a number of occasions. We would hear a trememdous crash and the breaking of glass, as if one of the kitchen cabinets had been torn from the wall and every glass and plate in it shattered. We would run to the kitchen in alarm, but nothing was ever the least bit out of order. I'm sure the ghost got a good chuckle from her little escapade, as the breaking glass phenomenon was a fairly regular occurrence. We never saw her, but she sure made a lot of noise.