I Used to Live in a Haunted House

So, zibbsy asked me for more details on my haunted house experience, and since it's all too big to leave in his comment section, here it goes:

Cute Hubby and I moved into a house in Lambertville, New Jersey, when our kids were all still in school. The house was on Swan St., on a little hill two roads over from the cemetery. It was not an old house, built in the 60's mostly of wood, backing up to some trees and Swan Creek.
As I was unpacking alone in the house (CH at work, kids in school), I would hear little girls voices whispering/laughing from other parts of the house. I assumed that since it was a town house, I was simply hearing neighbors through the walls. No one else in my family ever heard the voices, and I found out that there were no children living on either side of us. Then I started hearing them on the phone line. My family said it was just the lines getting "crossed" and that they had all heard other people on the lines too. Eventually, the voices stopped.
Then Hurricane Andrew came through our area and left a muddy mess in it's wake. We had muddy water coming through the basement wall on one side of the house and running out of the sliding doors on the other side of the house. It was a nightmare. After we got all of that cleaned up was when the fun started. The following examples are unrelated to each other and took place over the few years that we stayed in the house:
Oldest daughter came out of the kitchen and her friend who was watching her from the living room said "I thought there was someone in the kitchen following you around".
Youngest daughter ran up the stairs and said "Don't you just hate it when it sounds like someone is running up right behind you?".
High school aged son demands that I buy him a "big" night light, ever since he saw a "white" man come down the stairs to his room.
CH and friend distinctly hear a woman laugh in the living room. I love this one, because up until then, CH didn't believe that there was anything strange going on.
I woke up one night to see a blurry image standing at the end of the bed. CH said he didn't see anything, but by that time the image had moved along my side of the bed. I had asked "What do you want?" and I think it was coming over to tell me, but CH put the light on and it disappeared.
I used to always feel like someone was standing by my right shoulder whenever I was putting on my makeup in the master bathroom, of all places.
There were lots of other little instances: things being moved from one place to another, hearing loud "thuds" from other parts of the house, ect. We moved after 3 years, to a house that was built in 1925, and never had one weird instance in the 5 years that we lived there. Now we live in a house that was also built in 1925, and have had only one weird instance: Babyzilla watches the corner ceiling of the living room sometimes, and laughs. She hasn't done that for a few months though. The last time she did it, she watched something go along the ceiling from the kitchen through the middle room and to the spot on the living room ceiling. I asked her if her little friend was back, and she just ignored me.
Since living in the house on Swan St., I have found out that the Lambertville-New Hope area (the Delaware River divides them) is one of the most "haunted" areas in the United States. No joke. My theory is: the dirt from the cemetery gets washed down hill to the town. Oh yeah, it's a silly theory, but that's all I got. I have a theory about our little "ceiling" visitor, too. We live in an old mining town, and birds were not uncommon pets back "in the day". They were used to detect poisonous gas leaking from the mines. I think our little visitor might be a bird.

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