I've had quite a few inexplicable experiences in my life so far, which you might call ghost experiences, but the most recent one ties in with the re-enactor tale on this thread.

My husband is a historic interpreter and in his day job works in a living history museum where it is always 1645 (Llancaiach Fawr, if you come to South Wales). He also works with a company which stages events in historic properties. A couple of years ago they were putting on a weekend of events at Bolsover Castle in Derbyshire, to commemorate the visit of Charles II and Henrietta Maria to the Earl of Newcastle - who had spent massive amounts of money refurbishing the castle for the King's visit. I had little to do, so spent some time wandering around the tower containing the wood panelling installed by the Earl, and was puzzled by the heavy smell of pipe tobacco when it was clearly a non-smoking place.

Later that day we were packing up for the evening when the fire alarm sounded and fire engines and fire fighters arrived en masse. They all rushed into the tower, but found no fire and no-one responsible for the fire alarm having been triggered.

On the second day I walked around the official exhibition in another part of the castle, detailing the history of the place. And there was a reference to the ghost of the Earl of Newcastle, who they said made himself known by the strong smell of pipe tobacco ... they didn't mention his penchant for setting off fire alarms!

Anne