Jeffro, I believe you.
I have a story of my own. We lived in an old house (1800's)since I was born til I was 5. I have no recollection of this, but my brother, sister and I all lived up stairs. We would wake up screaming, and I explained to my mom that in the dark, I saw what appeared to be "electronic jailbars". Later in another instance, we were upstairs asleep, and my mom heard heavy boot footsteps upstairs, went to investigate, and it was nothing. No one else home.
A few yrs later, a kid I went to HS moved into the house. He knew I had lived there several years prior. We were semi aquainted, but one day pulled me aside during class changes and asked me if the house was haunted.