Oh, so that’s how he lost his marbles 
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Yes, in both of the senses I can think of. 
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This thread has made me chuckle 
Perhaps their real purpose is to entertain all the other ghosts we can’t see, floating around above us; the earthbound ghosts are actors on the theatre stage of life, while the ghost audience sit up in the gods watching the play and munching popcorn.
I did live in one house where it seemed something sinister “lingered” on the landing - both night and day - I thinks its purpose was to scare the living daylights out of me!
It was not a friendly ghost, like those cute ones who wear white sheets 
I only lasted 3 months in that house before moving out - after I left I discovered other tenants had similar experiences before me. 
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It’s not just the landing in my place. I really do need to make myself do a bit of housework. 
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I meet all the best people here - and then there’s you…
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Thanks, Besoeker, but I’m nothing special, really. 
It was a joke…
Never mind Besoeker…I thought it was funny. You can’t please everyone…and nobody can please our Harbal at all 
I was walking with my father. There was a haystack that needed to be straightened up. We fixed it, well a wee bit more than fixed it I thought. Our conversation was brief.
Him: “That’s fixed.”
Me: “More than fixed it.”
Brevity is the soul of wit.
That’s interesting Bread .
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I’ll need to have a word with Pixie before I make a comment about this. 
Thats eerie… How do you feel about it.
Cowboy boots?? What kind of red-neck drunk flying witches you got??? 
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I’ve decided to leave it to individual members to decide for themselves whose point has been proven, Besoeker, rather than give my own conclusion. I wouldn’t want to go against the consensus. 
It never bothered me much when I was a kid because we just grew up with it. It was only when my sister reached about 13 years old when things started getting a bit more crazy. In the night we would hear footsteps going round our bedrooms and bangs on our bedroom doors etc. One night my sister said she had someone walk up to her in bed and lean over her so close she could feel really cold breath on her. It then walked through the wall into next doors house.
When I was about 10 I was really poorly with bronchitis and pneumonia and one night I felt someone sitting on my bed. When I looked, it was an old man wearing a black suit with a cane in his hand with a silver ball on the end. He looked at me, smiling for about an hour then disappeared. I told my mum for the next 40 years how I had seen the ghost of my great grandad sitting on my bed, but even though I had never seen a photo of him or even met him I felt I was certain it was him. My mum always laughed and told me I was being silly about my “ghostly sighting” until about December last year, (she died in May earlier this year)… this time, when I brought it up (again), she didn’t laugh or tell me I was being silly, she just looked me, straight in the eye, and very matter of fact said, 'it wasn’t your great grandad, it was your Uncle Tom".
That weirded me out at the time.
Loads more weird stuff has happened like that, I just don’t realise how weird it was until I think about it and write it down.
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Thank you Bread for your reply. I hope it will start more interesting post on this subject
And I thought your stories about Brexit were tall, Bread. 
Here is another one then 
I came home from my friends house in the school summer holidays when I was about 12. It was only about 4pm and my mum would be on her way home from work at the hospital as she finished at 15:30.
I came in the house and my sister was sat in the living room with her friends and the first thing I saw was all the glass had smashed out of the living room door and was all over the floor in tiny bits. It was that safety glass stuff so when it breaks it forms those little cubes that seem to go everywhere.
Anway I asked what the FCK had she done because I thought she had been having an argument with her boyfriend and been fighting or something. After about a minute of her in this blind panic she finally calmed down and told me what had happened. Earlier in the afternoon she decided to do a oui-ja board with her friends and the glass they were using flew off the dining table so hard it went across the dining room, into the living room and straight through the living room glass doors, shattering the glass into tiny pieces. We never told my mum, she would have hit the roof. She always said the stuff in the house was just our imaginations and stuff like that but if she had known my sister was using a spirit board she would have gone mental.
She never did it again, although I did oui-ja boards when I was a student in Sheffield in my early twenties with other weird and crazy stuff happening.
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You would.
Your not well
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