I've lived in a couple of haunted houses. When I was a kid, one of the places we lived had a ghost that liked to knock about the upstairs bedrooms at night.

A few years ago, when I moved in with my sister, I noticed a cat out of the corner of my eye, an orange tabby. They didn't own any cats at the time. Last time I visited, that ghost cat is still there. It drives their two dogs and three living cats nuts.

In my hometown, there's a historic hotel called the Strater Hotel. The employees tell stories about a ghost that inhabits one of the rooms on the fourth floor.

I have a double dozen other stories, but they're prohibited by forum rules.