Here goes...
When I was in 10th grade my family was forced to live in Leavenworth Kansas. We only lived there for a year. My Dad was a military officer and had to attend a military college there, not by choice... it was required. I think it is called the Command and General Staff College, but whatever. It was Leavenworth fucking Kansas, and I swear to you,,, when I looked out my sliding glass back doors... my view was the Federal Penitentiary. Fort Leavenworth Kansas baby... it fucking sucked.
My good friend's Dad was the Base Commode or some very important shit. He was a 1 Star General, that I remember,,, so they lived in the biggest oldest house on the Base. It was a massive place and me and a few other guys would always hang out over there. People were always stopping in front of the house in their cars and getting out to take pictures of the place... I always thought it was because the house was the biggest fucker on base,,, but I was very surprised to find out the real reason.
One afternoon I was over there and my friend's Dad went out the front door screaming at some people who had stopped to take a pic. I said to my friend something like, "why's your pops being such a dick about a few pics of the General's house?". He then tells me that the reason people are always taking pics is because his house is actually in a book that lists real haunted houses. His Dad didn't believe in that shit and many of the people taking pics weren't authorized to even be on the base. His Dad was fucking pissed at people would who stop,,, I witnessed him do this many more times after that one too.
I'll try and make this short. The story was that many years back, a Grandmother was babysitting her Grandchild (this is the connection I made from your post Juggs,,, the Grandparent and all) and the child died of some natural caused,,, but the Grandmother was in suck shock that she also died from shock of it all. The Grandmother's ghost was said to be there in the house. Supposedly she is a helpful kid of ghost and usually only really shows up when young children are present.
My friend's Dad would always accuse us of hiding his shit and then putting it back where he had already looked for it. He did not believe in any way in this ghost. We never hid his shit. This guy was a stickler for detail, and he wouldn't just misplace shit, so he never believed that it wasn't us trying to fuck with him.
This guys dog would always bark at the doorway to the room that was the Grandmother's. For no good reason either. Several times the hair stood up on the back of my neck when I saw this.
The kicker for me happened one night when I was spending the night over there. We were going to a basketball scrimmage/game thing early the next morning and it was an away deal... we had to pack all our shit that night and we had a list from our coaches. My shit was already packed, but my friend was laying all of his gear out on his bed going down the list. Of all things, he couldn't find his jersey. He had his stuff laid out on his bed just like if he was wearing everything... shorts socks underneath, shoes... not jersey on top. We went downstairs to and asked his Mom for the jersey,,, she was the only other person in the house at the time,,, she told us she had no idea where it was and started giving my friend a lecture about not keeping track of his stuff... we went back upstairs,,, and his fucking jersey was laid out on the bed right above his shorts. I would never believe this if I hadn't seen this myself. I shit you not though.
It freaked me out and I'll never forget it.
