Thanks, Ebbie! Here's what I'd posted:

I had one living in my house in CT; quite benign, kind of sad. Always unlatched the attic door and let the cats up there to play. Also, one night it took the birdcage covers off, unlocked the front door and turned on all of the lights. One night it came down the front stairs and said my soon-to-be-son-in-law's name. He ran up the backstairs, he was so startled.

In another house in Northampton, MA, a lady in Victorian clothing came in to our bedroom one night and sat in my rocking chair. I had a hard time convincing her to leave as I knew Rog would be coming in from his bath, in the nude, soon, and that she would be shocked. As the house was very old and had been a schoolhouse, I've always wondered if she was an oldtime school teacher.