I'm like Lisa in that I much prefer older homes with a little character, a little history behind them. I just rent my little house but it's been here since about 1847 and up until my landlord bought it about six years ago, it had only been lived in by members of the same family that moved in way back then! And fortunately, it has been very well documented because it had been the home of a local Civil War hero. He moved here with his parents as a teenager, went on to earn much acclaim as a military officer, and his descendants had lived here ever since. And nobody is really sure but the house is rumored to have been a stop on the Underground Railroad. So A LOT has gone on here in all those years ... lots of people passing through, lots of births and deaths, wedding and funerals, children raised, and people just living their everyday lives.
It has a weird added-on floor plan, kind of "U" shaped, with the living room and the bigger bedroom across the front with a connecting door, each room has a fireplace and each of those rooms also has an outside door going to the front porch, so I have two front doors! And I did feel something here, especially in that bedroom, but more when I first moved in than I do now. My older Boston (who has since died) flat out refused to go in to that bedroom! If I was in there, she would sit nervously in the doorway and whine and cry. The younger one loved that room and would run right in and sit in the fireplace! What was really weird though was when they were obviously looking at things that I couldn't see! Happened a lot those first few months. They would be sitting there side by side intently watching some little invisible 'something' walking around the edges of the room. Both of their little heads and both sets of their big eyes were moving in perfect unison while they watched it, and there was nothing there, nothing I could see anyway! Or they would both be looking up watching 'something' go from one end of the ceiling to the other!
I do believe in all of that. But nothing that has ever happened here has been threatening or even frightening. I've never actually seen anything. Instead, it has been comforting (like the hand on my back) or mischevious and teasing, like the hidden dog toys. I can live with that. I'm willing to share. I did feel it more when I first moved in and it may have just been an 'ancestor' wanting to make sure I was taking good care of 'their' house. An 'ancestor' who likes dogs, maybe!