This is the front of the first house we lived in back in the 60’s in Seattle.
The first thing that happened was, shortly before we moved, mom went to the front window to close the blinds for the night, and she happened to notice a man standing in the front yard looking in the window. He appeared to be dressed in 1800’s clothing, wearing an old derby style hat.
Mom turned around to tell dad about the man, and when she turned back seconds later, he was gone. Dad charged out the door, but he was nowhere to be seen, and as you can tell, it is very inconvenient to get out of the yard quickly.
Then, the day we moved out, we kept coming back from taking loads to the new place, only to find all the doors open and all the lights on each time we came back. And, mom and dad knew for certain everything had been locked up.
You can read a little more about these stories in some of my first posts.