My grandma told me this story when I was little: When my grandmother used to live in California, she lived in a fairly small, middle-class home with my grandfather. She would hear the cabinets in the kitchen open whenever they went to bed. When she found out it was ghost, she would simply yell,"Okay, we're movin' out!" and the cabinets would stop opening. It was like this for awhile, and my grandma and granpa thought they had some good bit of control over their ghost problem. But one day, my grandma was watching T.V in the lving room. My grandpa was in the kitchen, doing something.(She didn't tell me) She got up and went to go check on him. When they both went back into the living room, there was a body of a man lying on the ground, dead. Later, the police confiscated the body and my grandma and grandpa were no longer haunted. Know why? They moved.