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There's about ~1/2 dozen credible Accounts from Pals re: interactions with 'Spirits' that made a Believer outta me.
One was a Realtor outta Denver. He listed a mid-Century beaut of a Home by a Lake. Momma passed away. Pops promptly moved out to a Senior High Rise Apt. Complex where he was the veritable hit of the Complex by virtue of having several Characteristics of critical importance to the Gals there: 1). Money 2). A Pulse.
My Pal occupied their House, by agreement. No one else there. No other Door Keys in the possession of someone else. No Pets.
He'd feel 'Momma's' Spirit sweep past him on the Stairs from the lower level. A cold 'rush' by that would raise the Hairs on his Neck. He said it felt as though she went right 'through' him. The Toilet would flush on it's own. No Plumbing problems evident, in that he was a Handyman Dude. He'd hear clicking steps on the Hardwood Floor above on the Main Level. This was in a 'transitional' part of Denver, so he always kept his Doors locked.
One night, he came back with Groceries. Pitch dark. No Motion Detection Lights were yet invented, mind you. Out loud, to himself, he said 'F**k, it's dark out here'! BAM! The Porch Light turned on.
He dropped the Groceries, and headed to his local Watering Hole for some Liquid Courage.
He soon moved out, spooked. Any number of 'indicators' over a few months suggested it was 'Momma' looking after the only House she'd known for so many Decades before passing on.
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