My great aunt Louis (daughter my great grandmother the healer) always talked about the ghosts in her house. She said they would pull the covers off her in bed and do all kinds of other annoying things to try to get her attention.

Once when we were younger (about 12 or so) my sister and I were visiting some family in Pennsylvania, and we were sitting around the kitchen playing cards and doing kids things. All the gown ups were asleep or out on the town. My cousin told us that almost every night they would hear footsteps come up the cellar stairs (in the kitchen), and that the door would often be left open in the mornings for no apparent reason. Of course I didn’t believe him, so he took me down in the cellar and showed me that there was no other entrance, and that no one was down there. He said that some time after midnight they would probably hear the footsteps coming up the stairs. So we waited…..

A little after midnight we were all sitting in the kitchen talking and waiting for this ghost to appear. Sure enough, we heard footsteps a short time later. I was frozen in my seat. When the door knob started to turn, we all ran screaming out of the kitchen. No one had gone into the _base_ment since I had checked it with my cousin an hour or so earlier.

Sounds interesting I wish I could've been there