Bullet holes on the walls? Duh! Not a problem. Just respond they were done when one of the Al Capone’s hit man came to SF in the…whatever decade. Problem solved. Rightttttttttt?
One of my dear twin sisters died of stomach cancer 10 years ago. That day, the TV was turning on and off by itself. I am not superstitious, but I felt her love for me and some events, which she had promised would happen came along to help me out to stay in this country.
So, imagine the power of an evil spirit waiting for you the naïve owner to move in?