Its funny when I think of ghosts and read stories such as those above, I am filled with a wam feeling. I am taken back to an old house our family owned. Several people talked of unpleasant experiences there. All I remember is being in the attic on a warm afternoon, it being very quiet, and suddenly feeling in touch with the place, totally separated from the rest of the world. There is something about older houses that is special, be it in the method of construction, the flow of air or the sheer number of people who have been there through the years leaving some part of themselves imprinted, who knows.