In the spirit of the season, here's a ghost story for you.
While I was a student at radio school in Minneapolis, I lived with an older lady. I rented the upstairs of her house. My kitchen and bathroom were in the basement. (it was not a great set up, but it was cheap)
Anyway, one night I was up in my bedroom and my landlady was in the living room of the house when all the lights on my floor and in the basement went out.
She called up the stairs, "Jeff, go down and check the fuses."
I fought the urge to yell, check them yourself and said , "OK."
After grabbing a flashlight, I went into the cellar to find the fuses for the basement and upstairs of the house had been halfway unscrewed. All the others were just fine. I screwed them back in and everything worked again.
I also kept my weights in the basement of that house. Always placing them in the same corner when I was done with them. One day when I went down there, they had been moved to another part of the basement. Now, my landlady had bad knees and never went into the basement. The weights were probably also too heavy for her to lift anyway. She told me no one else had been down there that day.
A knickknack once fell off the shelf at that house for no reason, too. But, I can explain that away by vibrations from a passing truck or something.
The others I cannot. Only to add them to a conversation when people start discussing their real life ghost stories.
Got any ghost stories to share?
You know what to do.