[ferretchucker]

Those were some chilling stories there, Miss. Tell me, are you quite an emotionally tuned person? Same with your mother. I believe not so much in sentient ghosts but in emotional imprints left behind. If something brilliant or something terrible has happened somewhere you can always just tell it, and I think for those more in tuned with this they can sense things for longer.

As for my ghost stories, I don't have many. My primary school was an old Victorian school and in one corner of the playground layed the old toilets from that time, which were now used as storage space. When things were very quiet, occasionally you could hear faint banging sounds from within the building. As I've grown older I doubt that this was a ghost more and more; probably just old pipes, but it did get me onto to Canadian TV show Mystery Hunters.

Another one, relating to my mother dates back to the 60s. My Grandfather had recently died and so my mother, uncle and Grandmother had to move around frequently. They ran a small shop with a house attached, although this was built from two different houses and to get to my mother's bedroom from the lounge you had to go through a hallway, a small outdoor courtyard, another hallway and up a staircase so she would often feel isolated. What she didn't find out until she was a fair bit older is that regularly she would wake up in the night screaming and my grandmother had to go and comfort her, something my mother has no recolection of. Now, this could all be down to just her fright at being alone but...

The next owner, a few months after buying the house, called my Grandmother enquiring about the room my mother used to sleep in. He asked if anything had happened there out of the ordinary. Turns out, he had intended that room to be where he kept all of his cat's stuff including it's bed/litterbox etc. The cat would refuse to go in by itself and if carried in it would start hissing, hair would stand on end and it would immediately run out...