I'm not sure if this qualifies for this thread, I believe that I may BE someboy's ghost story. Many years ago, I used to be involved with English Civil War re-enactment and I frequently had periods of "dead-car-syndrome" so I would travel to local shows by public transport. One winter's (off season) weekend, my unit managed to get use of Tilbury Fort in Essex. To get there (and back) there is a short walk between Tower Hill tube station and Fenchurch Street railway station and on the Sunday evening, after dark, I was walking back to Tower Hill in full kit (it was easier to wear it than carry it) when a woman turned the corner into the road I was in, stopped, shrieked and ran, of course, I turned to see what had scared her, then I realised:
a)I was in full 17th kit (bad enough in itself)
b)It was getting slightly misty and
c)I was walking away from St Olaf's churchyard (a cemetary dating from the 17th Century )
So perhaps I'm someone's private ghost story?

Walrus