Moved from a shack to a barn
Once, I saw a man silhouetted in the doorway of a many roomed cellar. I saw no detail because he was back-lit. I didn't expect anyone else to be there, so I waved t him in greeting and he waved back. Shortly, I discovered no one else WAS there.
Another time, I was preparing food for a wedding reception in the kitchen of an old mansion that was being rented for the event. Over my shoulder I caught sight of a slender young woman wearing a long gown (not an unusual thing to see when you're expecting wedding guests)As I turned to address her, she just sort became insubstantial and faded away. (I mentioned her to the person that over-saw the mansion and was told the there was indeed a spirit that resided there)
Later, Louise and I shared a house with someone that we couldn't see, but could hear quite well. You could follow the footfalls of that spirit down the hall, hear it enter the room you were in....right up to where you were sitting! ("It" (as I never got a feeling for gender), would constantly untie my shoes while I was wearing them)
Well, those are my "ghost stories" and I'm stickin' to 'em.
[This message has been edited by wranx (08-24-2003 12:04 AM).]