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Great story. This house I was renting was next door to a contractor's office with whom I did business. I went to see him one day and asked him if he knew the old lady who had lived in the house. He told me he did know her and I asked, "Did she die in that house?"

He replied with his own question. "Do you really want to know?"

I laughed but assured him I did.

He said, "Yeah, she died in the house. Why? Have you seen something?"

I told him about hearing foot steps at night and the bed being slept in.

He said, "One day I was out in the storage area and I looked across the fence and saw her in the back yard. I didn't think anything about it until about two hours later when I remembered she'd died five years ago."

A few days later I informed the landlord that I was moving. He rented the house to some hippies who were moving in as I was moving out. I told them I was going to leave a garden tiller in the garage and would be back in a few weeks to get it. A week later I returned. The tiller was in the garage but the hippies were gone and the house was empty.

Here's another quick story. Last year my wife, daughter and I stayed in an old Civil War Era Bed and Breakfast in Tennessee. My wife and I were in the downstairs bedroom and my daughter slept in the loft. At about one in the morning I awoke to see this woman standing in the door way. I immediately thought it was my daughter so I laid my head back down on the pillow. After a few seconds I realized it wasn't my daughter. I quickly sat upright and the woman was gone. My wife said I started it because earlier in the evening I was saying I hoped a ghost would be in the pictures when my film was developed. And when my wife was sitting on the front porch that night I had snuck around the side of the house and tried to scare her. She says I "invited" the ghost to show up. All I know is I didn't sleep the rest of the night.

Good story! I have one too!

My husband & I were driving thru east Texas & stopped in the small town of Jefferson to look for a motel. There was an old hotel that we had seen on TV & it was supposedly haunted. We found it & on a lark, asked for the haunted room.

In the middle of the night my husband got up to go to the bathroom & woke me up saying all the hair on his body was standing straight up. I checked the bed for insects & settled down to go back to sleep. Just as I was drifting off, I felt something touch my face. It was not an insect! It felt like a mans mustache. My husband is clean shaven & there was no one else in the room.
There was a small diary in the room where people had written their experiences. I was not the only woman to have been kissed by the ghost.

Any woman will tell you the feel of a mans moustache is unmistakable.