Well I've not seen our ghost. But I've seen it's effects. You see It likes to help out occasionally. I've been sat typing at my PC here and it's put the light on. It's even put the landing light on for the missus.
It also likes to take the p**s. On one occasion I'd put my blow torch down. I went to get it later it was gone. I searched the garage high and low. My son in law searched the garage high and low. My missus searched the garage high and low. Next day it was there stood on top of my pedestal drill. I couldn't not have seen it. Because I had to take stuff off the shelves above the drill to search for it.
Oh and I had a small mongrel dog. Tori. A more loving dog you could never see. When I had my heart attack. The para medics were doing the good hiding battery charger bit. Tori decided to sit on my chest to protect me.
Sadly old age, diabetes and auto immune disease got the better of her. Thing is I still see her. She follows me up stairs, she follows me into the bed room and opens the toilet door just like she used to.
We rescued another pup. and one day me and the missus we being nosey looking out of a bedroom window when the pup came into the room. so I spoke to her. Who you talking to my missus asked Tina I said. Tina's still down stairs she says.
Imagination, wishfull thinking, Tori made a lot of people cry for a long time when she left us. She still does 3 years on. Is it just memories.