My ceiling fans are haunted.
We discovered this upon moving in, the very first night we stayed at the cabin.
Turn the lights out by the switch on the wall, go to bed.
Around 4 am, when I woke up to take a trip to the bathroom, there was the dining area fan, light blazing, fan whirring at top speed.
I knew in my mind that there is a simple short somewhere, turned the fan and light off, and crawled back into bed for a couple more hours of blissful slumber in my new surroundings, the smell of pine walls, floors and ceilings carrying me back to dreamland.
It has happened several times since. It happened when Jason was here, and it was a hoot to watch him freak out just a bit. “What the HECK!?”