Has anyone else had anything else like this happen to them that's not readily explainable?
Back in the 70's when my parents got a helluva deal on their house (which was half a barn, half house), they also inherited the previous owner's dog. Where the kitchen currently is, was a steel doghouse bolted to the floor. The dog, Willie, was a massive German Shepherd, truly a beast of a dog. My parents were renovating the house so they could move out of their apartment, but my mother got side-tracked and began to talk on the phone. My father jokingly said to her: "if you don't get off the phone, I'm going to tear it off the wall!" They finished for the day and went home.
Next morning my father shows up to open the house up and begin working, the steel doghouse is torn out of the floor (it was bolted), and the phone was ripped off the wall. He almost locked up and never went back. The dog was a gentle giant, wasn't chained up and really no way to rip a doghouse or lags through the floor. Very weird.
I grew up in that house. I clearly remember my father asking me, my brother, and my sister if one of us got up in the middle of the night. We never did (at least not the times he asked)- he never told us why he asked. That is, until one day, I was about 17 and just got home late. I was doing my "business" in the bathroom, about 2:30am, house is silent. It's very old, it'll make a creak or a groan, but there's the unmistakable sound of each step squeaking when someone comes down the stairs. It's impossible to avoid. Well, you guessed it, there I am, in a very vulnerable position and heard the steps creaking. I was about finished anyway so I open the door expecting to see a family member grabbing a drink. Nothing. Silence. Our yellow lab was off his bed, hair standing on end just staring at the stairs.
Other than that, it was a great house to grow up in. My parents still live there.