Spectres: A haunting Part 1

There are several tell-tale signs of a haunting; smells, sounds and spectres;; and memories being replayed as if the house were remembering something from an age gone by. Most of these happen in old, crumbling houses, but this is not the case. Three months past, we moved from our house in the country to a generously sized Hampton-Style house; residents involve Mum, Dad, Sooty, and I. But I felt as if there was something else living in the house with us. 
During these three months, strange things have been happening here; the dog refusing to enter the house (in a hostile manner), and the strange sounds and smells as if there were an undead corpse or spirit were bumping around and banging for guidance to freedom. One afternoon, after Mum and Dad were at the opera, I was confronted by this Ghost. It was a smell at first, then as creaking, a pounding upstairs. In an irrational panic, I retreated to the kitchen, and felt a pair of wispy hands push me to the ground, and I fell on the floor. 

Beaten, but not defeated, I retreated out to the Mall where I gathered my senses at the Milk Bar. My feelings weren't that of pure fear; more of curiosity, fear, a splash of anger. After some contemplation, I went to the Techno Thrift Store, and came back home with a swag of comfort food, voice recorder, and a few multi-spectrum cameras. 
I rocked in as the sun was to set- arming myself with The Bible, Voice Recorders, a Crucifix, and a Camera. Then as I was setting up the Cameras, I finished my dinner, and began my investigation at the rising moon.