About 20 years ago, I was living in rented accommodation. The house needed work and for a much reduced rent, I organised all the repairs. One evening, a plasterer came to give me a quote – a gigantic fella with tattoos, piercings and a bald head. Not the sort of bloke you’d mess with but was very chatty and polite all the same.
As we talked, a white shadow, like smoke, went across the window (it was dark and easily seen) and down the side of the house into a dead end. It always looked like a girl, running. He asked what it was and I jokingly said ‘Oh, that’s our resident ghost!’ I’d seen it a few times and heard strange things in the house but put it down to weather and/or wine. He wasn’t impressed. Turning the air blue, he said he’d never seen anything like it and wouldn’t set foot in the house again.
I didn’t think too much of it but my dog hated that house and would shiver and whimper, clawing at the door when I left her alone. Separation anxiety…or something else? 😉