Ok Bev, you have our attention

We have always joked that we have a house ghost. Her name is Bev. She used to live in our house. She died of a brain aneurism, in the house. Well, technically, the ambulance came and took her to the hospital, but...I would bet dollars to donuts it was a formality. Anyway...sweet little lady, used to be a librarian, had a penchant for wall paper (it was everywhere...seven layers thick in some places) and her kitchen was covered in country blue hearts and geese.
Well, evidently she is tired of us joking about her.
As anyone who lives in an older house can attest to; older homes make noises. Creaks, pops, etc. Well, Dan swears the creaks are more than that and that he hears footsteps. He even accuses Drew of being up all hours of the night because he hears him walking around. Drew swears he is innocent. I'm on the fence. I think half the time, it really is Drew and he just doesn't want his dad realizing he's up. We've always just brushed aside the footsteps thing and kept the Bev joke rolling. Ice gets stuck in the ice maker on the refrigerator door, it begins to melt and flies out, we say it's Bev. You can't find your favorite sweatpants anywhere, you blame Bev. (It's actually Jaci getting over zealous on her laundry duties and putting your sweatpants in Dan's drawer and his underwear in yours.)
We now have occurrences that we can legitimately blame on Bev. (That is unless one of you can explain what the fuck is occurring...)
Saturday morning we wake up with no hot water...this is not paranormal, it's just fucking annoying as any plumbing or electrical problem that occurs, happens on a weekend or a holiday...never on a Tuesday at 10 a.m. Known for his handyman prowess, D doesn't even venture into the basement, he simply calls the plumber. The plumber arrives (after the mass, "Oh, fuck...can we even GET to the hot water heater-What kind of shit storm junk pile is laying in front of it?-cleaning frenzy"). The plumber checks everything out and cannot figure out why we don't have hot water. Everything is testing fine. So, he tells Drew and I (Dan and Jaci are not home) that he is going to shut the water off and take the hot water heater apart. About 10 minutes later, we hear water running. I think it must be John draining the hot water heater. Drew goes to investigate...the bathtub is running-both faucets turned on full power. I think, "Well, maybe John is messing with it." I told Drew to go ask/find John. He is in the basement, hasn't even entered the bathroom AND still has the water shut of.....tell me how that shit works?
Last night, I was working, Dan and Jaci aren't home, Drew is home alone. He calls me and tells me that his phone (which has the qwerty-slide out keyboard) was lying beside him on the couch with the slide open. All of the sudden the slide shuts and the phone powers off. When he turns it back on there is a text message. It says nothing but is dated Tuesday, Jan. 1, 1980. He saved it and showed it to me...Riddle me that shit Batman....Riddle me that shit...
Okay Bev, you have our attention; I will read more books and I will pay the fine from that book I never returned in 1998....