My folks have had a ghost for a long time. Originally we had a trailer on their property and built the house in 1984. The ghost wasn't in the trailer, and showed up in the house. It likes to watch TV late at night, opens cupboard doors, and rearranges stuff occasionally. I remember the TV coming on at 3-4 in the morning and everyone was asleep. That was before we even had a remote control TV, so radio frequency stuff isn't likely.
The weirdest was when I walked into the basement to watch TV and the cat was lounging on the couch down there. Usually she would hop up to greet you, wait for you to sit and then lay on you. She was a rare people loving cat. This time, she lay there purring with her head propped up like it was on someone's leg. Her head just hung in the air, and up and down her side you could see the fur being pushed down like someone was petting her. I had popcorn, which she loved, but elicited no response. So, I turned on the tube and sat down in the recliner. After about 5 minutes, the cat lifted her head, watched the ghost leave, then came over to my lap. Maybe she was having a seizure of some sort, maybe it was a ghost, I have no idea. That cat lived to be 23, and was probably 10 at the time.
My dad and I had one really weird experience hunting. We had just shut the Jeep down, and were making our way to a series of open meadows on a ridge top hunting mule deer. It was just getting to shooting light as we approached the first of the meadows. We skirted the edge of it, and about half way across my dad says "Shit, we got aced by a hunter". I look over and sure enough there is a fellow standing on the far edge of the meadow, but no orange. He had a grey coat, and stocking cap on. We didn't see a rifle, either. This was before we regularly carried binocs since we didn't have good ones. This fellow looks at us, it's probably 300 yards to him, and waves his arm like "come over". So, there is one road up to this ridge, and the old motorcycle trail off the other end is a good 4 miles to the trailhead.
We figured it best to see what he wanted and started across. The man saw we were coming and stepped into the timber. Once we got there, no sign of a him anywhere. We followed where he went, but nothing until my dad stops and slowly unslings his rifle. I slide up to his side and there are 20 deer milling around in front of us. I shot the herd buck, and about 5 minutes into field dressing another decent buck chases a doe, who darn near ran into my dad, right past us. My dad shot that buck as he stood staring at us unsure what to do next.
It was Thanksgiving week and there was about 18" of snow on the ridge with a 6" fresh overnight layer. When we got to where the man was, there were no tracks in the snow. I walked the whole edge just to see. Nothing.
Jeremy