parents used to own a very old Hotel which part of it was used in the war as a mortuary, this was the basement which was turned into living accom for the owners some years later so they could rent more rooms out. I was around 15 at the time so realy didnt give a shit about anything at that age but you just knew someone /something was behind you and spent your time looking over your shoulder but never seen a thing,one morning waking up this guy walked past my bed and when i turned around to look he had completely vanished,still remember his face now and the clothes he had on, it turned out it was Mr Walmsley the previous owner who had died of TB around 2/3 weeks prior to me seeing him,the clothes he had on he was buried in them acording to his wife, there were further sightings which didnt involve me over the next few years,all this was some 35 years ago,the place is now a care home and some staff will not go down into the basement