I grew up and stil reside in a "haunted house", though the house's foundations pre-date the Civil War and much work has been done on the house over the years to keep its apperance up to "Greek Revival" standards. What haunts the house are "ghosts" that range from "human shaped mists", to those of "solid human shapes" that can be eaisly identified, some even have their photographs on the walls, taken when they were alive. We get along, they usually go their ways and I go mine, though some have a particular foundness in playing with my two 200 lbs. Newfoundlands, if all are so inclined, it is something to see. there is a part of the house, the 3rd floor, west wing, that is a home to something I won't speculate on, as I have been told by the "residents" "it" was walled up after the house was firdt built and I have left instructions, no one is to go beyond the door to the wing regardless what is heard. a second wall of bricks has been added along with certain objects placed in between the old and new wall. Whatever it is, it can reach out with its "mind' and let's one know it is there and will be free. I can sorta relate to some of H.P. Lovecraft's works when I think too much about it.