Following this incident, for years we would start randomly smelling pipe tobacco despite no smokers in the house, and my younger brother would often claim to see an older man looming at the top of the stairs to the second floor. It still happens now and then, only been 20 years.

When I was young, a perfectly smooth stone was thrown up the basement staircase and smashed into the computer monitor where my mother was sat. Me and my brothers were on the couch watching TV when it happened. Only entry to the basement was that staircase, nobody was down there.