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I lived seventeen years in a San Francisco Victorian which was haunted (could be ghosts, could be pre-1906 architecture and wiring). Yes, it survived 1906, was a speak-easy and a brothel at one point, and was reconfigured in WWII to accommodate families during the Pacific war. Additional remodeling happened in the 1970s. I lived there 1998-2016
Did you see anything weird?
A lot. foodsteps up and down the stairs and up and down the main hall; ambient creepiness in the back room; thumping from the floor near the gas space heater, pounding on the walls (from the outside, three stories up), and visitors occasionally getting chased out by the spooky.
About a year before I left we'd learn that the big brick ovens in the basement were a crematorium around the turn of the century. They were repurposed into a kiln for ceramic works in the mid 20th century.
Yeesh. Sounds creepy as all hell, and I'm not one to believe in ghosts