Haunting the Haunter

So, the first question is, do you believe in ghosts? If not, you may find this following post to be a little weird. Now, I'm not going to say that there is or that there isn't. I am merely going to present evidence, a list of strange occurrences at my home over the last month or so. You've probably seen a ghost-related show or two. Ghost Hunters, Paranormal State, Haunted America, Most Haunted, etc. Now, when you watch these shows, some of them bother to stop and try to explain some of what happens. In Ghost Hunters, this is called debunking. Most other shows aren't quite as happy to show the viewer that half of their experiences can be debunked. Which makes Ghost Hunters more credible than other shows. Now, the things I am going to list, some I can explain and others I cannot. It all started about a month ago when I first began digging toward the back of my property. This may have absolutely nothing to do with the occurrences, but is nonetheless the first event that comes to mind. Around this time, my dad and I started joking about having a poltergeist. We've been saying that on and off for years as every six to eight months we have a month or so long period of strange luck around the house. Things go missing. Things reappear in strange places. Things fall over or slam shut in the night. Things open by themselves. Just little things you don't think about much. Other times, there are nights (don't laugh) usually falling close to the end of the waxing moon in which we have been known to see large shadows, dark forms moving about, hear unnerving sounds, etc. Recently, I have been the only one home most days which makes some of the things that happen creepier. Before, we could individually blame someone else living in the house as the culprit. As it stands, I cannot very well blame my dog for moving things around on me. One, she is a small dog and no matter how good a jumper she may be, chances are she is not going to find her way onto counters and tables to pick up things she could care less about and place them in various spots around the house. Two, in recent years she has become more of a napping dog and she rarely leaves my side. The other dog in the house is also unlikely to commit such deeds as he never leaves my dog's side. And, he happens to be half the size of my little Shiloe. Some of the things that have most recently made me jump out of my skin include a shovel that I keep in the backyard appearing on my bedroom floor, a sleeping bag rolling itself up without the help of human hands, a flash of white that seems to like 1:00 a.m., and all the flashlights in the house, which had new batteries in them since we had had a birthday campout at my house the week before, having died sometime within the same day. On the flashlights thing, you could easily say that they died because we had used them at my campout. We used only two of them (there are six in total) and only when we left the tent since we had a large tv that provided plenty of light for seeing. You could also say that I have no idea when they died. We each keep separate flashlights in our room, in case we need them. I had checked them all the day before because my sister hadn't wanted me to take down the tent, so I left everything in there so she could go inside the tent to watch tv. She didn't use the flashlights, btw, since she only went in during the day. So, I know they died sometime in between five that evening and seven the following evening. I wanted to use a flashlight the next day because the lights starting flickering and then went out for about an hour. Things that people see can rarely be proven since it is unlikely that you will be carrying a video camera that is on around with you when something occurs. So, I see little reason to list the many things I have seen, except maybe a couple favorites. The first favorite being that I glanced toward my desk, on which were my workgloves, and wasn't really paying attention. It looked like my gloves stood up, took a long step, and fell over. I turned, confused by the movement. They had been on top of a box and were now on the surface of the desk. The second thing was when I was taking the dogs out, at maybe around midnight one evening, I saw what looked like a large dark mass in the shape of an animal crawling slowly on top the stone wall toward my backyard. The dogs started barking, so I shooed them inside and then came back out with a flashlight. (this was not one of the house flashlights in case you were wondering, its the one for the backroom when we take the dogs out at night) The mass was still there but it had stopped moving. I shined the flashlight at the wall and there was nothing there. I considered what could have made what looked like a moving shadow. I really didn't expect to see any shadows since it was extremely dark and there is absolutely nothing on the other side of that wall. No trees, no buildings. Nothing. Not even grass. The only light came from my house, and it was a dull glow just around the sidewalk in the backyard. The wall is out of range of the light. The only light was the moonlight, which was very pale and it was somewhat cloudy that night. I really had no idea what I saw. But it had to be something or the dogs wouldn't have started barking in that direction. As of now, I have only "debunked" one of my houses occurrences. Every door in the house opens and closes on its own. I can explain the bathroom and office doors. When you close one, the other opens. Likewise, if you open one, the other closes. This happens because they are on opposite sides of the same room from each other. My door can sometimes be explained by the open window. However, it does the same thing when no windows are open and we have no vents, so that one I haven't quite figured out yet.
I have been told and have seen myself what appears to be an older man walking about the property and sometimes into the house. He seems to be a kindly old fellow. The only older man that I can remember from the realtor's storytelling was the one that was killed here when he owned my house. I doubt it would be the same guy as the one she mentioned was murdered and put in a truck in the attic, above my closet to be more precise. (There is, oddly enough, a crack in the roof of my closet as if something heavy were sitting atop it. It has been growing steadily worse over the years, which is especially strange since according to my parents, the one time they dared go up there, there was absolutely nothing up there. I wont go up there and my mother refused to ever do so again. She never told me why.) Personally, I'm hoping that the roof never falls through and reveals something was indeed sitting over my closet.
Well, that'll have to bring my weird rantcapade to a close. Gotta go do dishes.