On holiday in Crete, just to young to drink (so about 10!) , woke up throughout the night and gazed over to the balcony, patio door was open along with the curtains and mum/ dads empties from a few sociable ones, remember thinking the scenery was lovely as we were right on the beech. Then sat down on the chair was a man dressed wearing what I could only describe as golf style clothes and a flat cap, I shit myself and shouted my dad and the ghost turned round got up and walked towards the end of my bed, all the way through he was smiling but I was still shitting myself, looked up at my dads face as he got up and swung his legs out of bed and looking at his face I could tell he saw it to but has never admitted it to this day, Posts on here as well. Did I believe in them NO but I'm not having anyone tell me what I saw with my own eyes was anything other than a ghost !