When I was young I did a morning paper round - had to be out at 6am. Was walking past the vicarage and saw a vicar - well he was dressed in black, and had a collar on - coming towards me. I said good morning, he did not reply, just walked on. I thought there was something strange about him, turned round and he had gone .....where I do not know ....eek.
Then more recently I was by the village church and met two elderly people, who for some reason looked different......their outfits were very old fashioned looking. I turned round my a better look, to see them sort of fading in to the distance.
I was not scared on either occasion - but I really think they were ghosts.
When I worked in an old office building, we all knew it had been a prisoner of war camp. It was very gloomy, and cold. One night the cleaner was there on her own, and she always locked her self in for her own peace of mind. She heard footsteps on the stairs, the door at the end of the corridor swung open, and the footsteps headed towards what was my office, where she was ....and there was no way out for the poor cleaner except where the footsteps were coming from. She opened the door, and there was no one there. Poor woman, said she rushed downstairs unlocked the door, left it open and ran home!!!