I most definitely believe in ghosts. I even had one walk through me once. One of the weirdest/creepiest feelings, EVER!
ETA: I was either coming home or leaving (from work or something) one night. I was on the porch of the duplex I lived in and all of a sudden I felt and saw something go through me at the same time. I got a sense of it being a male figure. That was all. It was so creeeeeeepy.
ETA2: I will also never use a Ouija board (did once).
Back when we lived in a large duplex (built around 1885) I had several different encounters.
*The stairs to the attic used to creep me out. One of my cousins referred to them as “the death stairs” or something like that.
*I would sometimes get the feeling I was either not alone or being watched.
*I swear there was a ghost of a little girl in the attic.
When Harry still lived at home I did not like being the basement (which then became his room) alone. I got wiggy feeling when I’d be down there.
Sometimes when I’m at my in-laws dog sitting (it’s only when I’m alone), I think I hear someone walking around on the second floor. His sister also thinks there’s a ghost/spirit in the house.
Once or twice I’ve seen a ghost of a Native American by the Blackstone River down stream from the Gorge. My dad used to see him too.
I will never go in a cemetery on Nov. 1st ever again! Fucking creepy!