This might not be as dramatic as these other stories, but it is musical. Back around 1995, I was in Crested Butte, Colorado, in a late-19th century tavern called the Forest Queen. There was a hot bluegrass band playing (including Michael Kang of String Cheese Incident), and I noticed that there was a swinging door to the right of the stage that was swinging, and I mean really swinging. Back and forth, back and forth, quite vigorously, and seemingly in time with the music. No one else in the room was paying much attention to it, but I went over to investigate. There was no draft coming through the door, just a staircase going up. I actually stopped the door from swinging, and went up the stairs, but there was nothing up there, no open windows or anything. The door actually started swinging again, and I just decided that some of the local ghosts were just showing their admiration for the music. I've also heard footsteps and other sounds at my Mom's house in Stonington, CT. usually when no one else is home, and I am playing music by myself. I've even had to stop playing and go upstairs to see if someone was there. Do ghosts like music or what?