I once heard it said - 'you've more to fear from the living than the dead' and I think this is very true. Yes, superstition and puritanism have a lot to answer for. There is a person living with me in this house and as far as I'm concerned, there's enough room for us all ... it bothers me more that my damn books will crowd us out lol.
I've been meeting 'ghosts' since childhood and I don't think this is anything special. I think it's a normal human intuition, only fear and superstition can get in the way. The worst experiences I had were in the 'family' house. Some 'family' - dysfunctional was an understatement. That house was hostile. I was very young and scared stiff.
What does fascinate me though is that live beings can leave traces of themselves in places they live in. There's the famous story of the poet/artist DG Rossetti who stayed in a Scottish castle. Every evening he would go upstairs to his room and, in the ponderous Victorian fashion, read out loud to himself. In the rooms below he could be heard, reading. The thing is though, that even after he left, alive and healthy, every evening he could be heard, reading ...
This sounds pretty fantastic, but once I experienced something similar with my first Siamese litter. Three were playing upstairs, as the whole lot often did. Jacinth (mother) was on the front room hearthrug with the other two. Dog and other cats were in big dining room at back. Next door neighbour out. All doors closed. Continuous gallop of little feet overhead. It was only at bedtime and after reminders from A (ex-husband) that we found no kittens upstairs, but peacefully sleeping in their basket in the corner of the front room. And still, gallop-gallop of little feet overhead ...
During my career as pub cleaner I noticed this too. One day the landlord (I thought) walked into one of the sections of the bar; I put my head round the corner to say hello; no way could anyone have left that room as there was no exit ... nobody. Ah. Turned out many people were startled by the appearance of a person walking past them where no person could have been ... well, you expect to find spirits in pubs, don't you?
I wonder if this was simply a trace of someone's habitual routine, years before, perhaps even before the pub was built.
It's interesting.
Hope Tiggy keeps improving, Ruth - all paws and tails crossed here
