I grew up with a ghost. The first night in the back bedroom was so cold we could see our breath. It was 90 degrees outside. Dad moved us into the garage and put in two bunkbeds. In the beginning she tormented my poor mother, in the end she protected her. Then as we got older more came into the house. Maybe because us kids saw them. Scariest one was the headless horseman coming thru a plate glass window that didn't open and began with the curtains moving, then opening to him coming thru the window. That was the only time we screamed, then we moved.