Love the reenacting story. I've been to so many reenactments (of various wars/time periods) if I saw a ghost in period clothing it would probably never occur to me that it was a ghost.

My aunt and uncle, who was a career Navy man until he retired, lived for awhile in an 18th-century farmhouse in . . . I think it might have been New York (northeastern United States, at any rate). They often had things moved and their kids, who slept on the second floor, heard someone in boots walking around the attic all night on their first night in the house (they were home from college at the time). Their mother had told them the house was odd and they kidded her the next morning about the amount of energy she had put into playing that joke on them. Problem was, she hadn't been in the attic that night. There were no footprints on the dusty floor. They lived in the house and heard weird things until my uncle was transferred again but it didn't seem to bother them--they named "it" Amos. Later, they talked to the previous owners of the house and learned that they had called "it" Abigail, and had experienced the same sorts of things.