While I've heard a lot of ghost stories over the years, I cannot say that I hear that many deliberate (for lack of a better word) ghost stories.
The other day a woman, a professional Washingtonian, and her daughter joined me in the Garden District. They lived in Northern Virginia and their visit was a treat for her daughter's high school graduation.
The woman told me that when her older kids were young (before the daughter with her had been born) every time she and her husband would sit down to dinner at the dinning room table and have a conversation about religion the chandelier above them would swing. They were Catholic and it would be anything from prayer to angles, whatever. Any secular chat and the chandelier was completely still.
She also said that many nights when they were upstairs in bed, it would sound like a cocktail party was going on downstairs. It happened for a while before she mustered up the courage to ask her husband, "Is it just me, or does it sound like someone is having a cocktail party in our living room?" he paused, then said "yep."
For all the consistent activity in her house, none of it was frightening. On the contrary, she found it a comfort, not unlike being a child and knowing that you can count on your parents being downstairs if you should need them.
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