I lived in an old house from the ages of 10 to 15. First conversations with nosey neighbours were all stories of the haunted house we were in. people had heard an organ playing when it was open for inspection and other such

For me though, I was playing with my dolls house in my room. I had my back to the door when I heard a deep voice from the doorway say "Good Evening Madam". Needless to say I stopped in my tracks, I knew without question this was no one I knew. I slowly turned around and nothing was there. I never heard the voice again, I think he knew it scared the hell out of me. I would often feel Mary wiz through me in a cold rush and a chinese dragon ornament on my dressing table used to move in clockwise circles when I was away from my room!

We worked out that an old guy and his maid Mary used to live in the house till he died. They were lovely non invasive ghosts. Mary did rush past us a lot in the kitchen, but she was a very busy lady. I think they were sad when we moved. A week before nothing in the house would work properly, their way of were saying goodbye...I think they liked us and enjoyed the renovations my father had done to the house