M&M's...lol, they wouldn't have lasted minutes in my home

Since moving into this house a decade ago, it kind of seems like the house lives and breathes on its own. It's near a creek, within a few miles of a few historical rural cemeteries, and midpoint between three counties.
When I first moved in, summertime brought a few local artists; asked if I minded if they parked and sketched. No problem. On Sundays, motorcyclists would pull off the county road to stretch and breathe. No problem, we are basically a dry county on Sundays, and there are many travelers that just want to enjoy the best of nature and summertime.
A few years later, more and more bicyclists seemed to travel and pause underneath the massive buckeye tree at my corner lot. A few even came to the door and asked if they could pick up a few buckeyes and take with. No problem.
So, I live in this old, two story victorian. Nothing eye popping. BUT a minister came to bless my house as I moved in.

Uhm, okay. A pagan friend also gave their blessings when I moved in. And friends have noticed things happen that I guess I've just gotten used to. Doors opening (old ones with brass knockers that occasionally clang), stereo turning on, etc. An ex had the bejesus scared out of him one day; he was locked in the laundry room from the outside. I had left to run an errand, we'd been camping and he was unpacking gear. It freaked him out. Bad. A friend suggested I leave out an oper jar of pennies, explaining copper is a great conductor.
Now, I consciously make an effort to place pennies in the jar, and only pennies. And if i ever find any stray, I always find one in EVERY room, in plain sight. But a lot of the other weirdness stopped. I also have a pot of sage in the south sunwindow of my living room....quietest room in the house!