I've had a real personal experience at home. Believe it or not, that's up to you. But it's my PERSONAL experience.
I've lived at this place for some 5 years now. Last year, I invited a 35-year-old shaman, who is also somewhat psychic, to my house. As we were sitting by the kitchen table, I asked the shaman, "Are you able to tell if there is anything strange in this house?"
Suddenly, she almost froze her body and turned her head slightly towards the sink and oven areas. Her face looked almost pale to me. "Someone died here," she said.
"Really? What happened?" I asked.
"They are going to tell you about it now," said the shaman. "...what? They shot you from behind? He came from the door behind you? A jealous boyfriend?" I heard her voice going on and on....obviousl y, she was talking to someone else in the room now. Physically, there were just the two of us.
"You have lived here since that time...Oh, you were a student?" the shaman went on.
At that point, I realized IT was there. So I decided to speak. "What is your name?" I asked.
"Michelle," said the shaman. (That was not the shaman's name.)
"How long ago did he shoot you?" I asked.
"About 2 years before you moved in," the shaman quoted the ghost.
"Did they ever catch the person who shot you?" I asked.
"No," the shaman quoted the ghost.
"Haha...really? he's a good roommate?" the shaman said to the ghost. "You are sorry you spooked him many times?" (There had been times when my kitchen cabinets would just open up and slam. I would go to them but they would be closed already. I always thought it was due to the wind from outside, even though the windows were closed.)
"That's ok," I said. "Michelle, this is my house and your house, ok? Feel free to live here, it's ok."
"Is he aware he's talking to the...dead?" the shaman asked.
"I know," I said. "I'm not afraid."
"What? You want me to take you to Heaven?" the shaman asked.
After awhile, the shaman continued with the ghost. "Do you have to change? Yes, you have to change into those...You are ready?"
Then the shaman spoke to some other beings, it seemed. "Open the gate. She wants to go back there....what? Her time isn't over yet, you say? She can't go back down there. Her body is all broken up. They shot her. She can't go back into the body. Just get the papers and let her through...."
A long pause and silence. At this point I was just listening and observing.
While waiting, the shaman said, "Oh, you are Irish?...wait here a little bit."
Then it seemed something was being done. "Yes, you can go through the gate now," the shaman said to the ghost.
"What? Good bye, human, haha..." the shaman quoted the ghost for me.
The cabinets no longer make sounds now.