I definitely believe in ghosts! Dick's (bf) parents lived in his maternal grandparents home after his mom retired. That house was haunted by the maternal grandparents. They weren't mean, but the definitely were mischievous.

One of the first few times Dick took me to see his parents, we were standing out in front of the house saying goodbye to his parents and I looked up at the attic windows - only to see glowing eyes looking back at me. We got in the car and left immediately.

Later on, we had to put a padlock on the door to the sleeping porch upstairs because even if you locked it with the skeleton key and pulled on the door to make sure it was locked; you could come up later and the door would be open. The locked door to the attic which was in one of the bedrooms came open on me one night when I was sleeping in the room - scared the devil out of me.

One of the last times we stayed there before his parents both passed away, we were sleeping in the room that was his grandparents. I opened my eyes to see a pair of baby shoes hanging out there between the bed and the wall. I closed my eyes and when I opened them again, they were young adult shoes (circa early 1900's). I rolled over and kept my eyes closed.

As we were getting the house cleaned out to sell, Dick's sister and I had gone up early to start cleaning. We were sitting in the kitchen and up above us in the LOCKED sleeping porch, we hard footsteps walk.

While Dick was there alone later that same week, he had turned the radio off to go downtown to get supplies and when he returned the radio was playing loudly.