In the apartment where I grew up, we saw ghosts in various rooms and in the hallway over the years. I am not afraid of ghosts, as I know how they are. But when I was a kid, seeing them did not feel good. My family did not speak about the ghosts that we saw in out apartment, although we did talk about the ghost in the apartment above us. Our top floors seemed to be the only ones with ghosts. As a boy I would often carry the mail to the old woman living on the top floor, she was kind and good to us. She lived alone and moved to the city from the country, and everyone liked her. When I walked up the stairs to her apartment with the mail, she was very grateful and usually told me to come in and sit in the kitchen, while she found a chocolate sweet to give me. I did usually wait for the candy, but l always felt that someone was watching me and did not want me there. I felt if more in her living room. I never went into the bedrooms. I did find out later that she had tried to rent out the spare bedroom to some students but none of the tenants would stay for long. I finally heard the story on the young tenant who left in a hurry and yelled on his way, that he could not be tolerate that ghost any longer. It turns out that the haunting was worst in that bedroom. That bedroom was directly above my bedroom, which explains alot.
