In the early 2000s, I was living in a rental home with my partner and a friend. The home had been built in 1907 and shortly after moving in strange things began to occur. At first I was skeptical. The random opening and closing of doors could be due to a sinking foundation, drafts... It was an old house. One day I was on my knees cleaning the floor in the front hallway and suddenly saw out of the corner of my eye a tall man with a moustache and a tweed cape walk through my desk in the office beside the hallway and then disappear. I told my partner and friend and they were entirely skeptical, until they also began to experience random things. My friend had been watching television in the living room one night and expecting us to come home and heard footsteps come up the front stairs, keys in the lock and the door opening. He leaned back to greet us and was faced with an empty hallway and locked front door. This happened every five minutes for over an hour and when we finally returned home he was curled up in a ball on the couch in tears. Around the same time I woke up in the middle of the night and sat up in bed to the room fully lit with beautiful art nouveau wallpaper and a large fancy armoire. I blinked and was sitting in my room in total darkness. I was definitely wide awake at the time. There were more experiences at this house as well. It was torn down eventually, but I became a little less skeptical of ghostly encounters after living there.