i was convinced i seen my grandad when i was about a kid, i woke up and he was sat on the end of my bed with a poster in his hand (i think it was barry horne or graham stuart, but i had a pile of posters that were ready to go on my wall) he just told me to go back to sleep, so i did what i was told. the next morning one of the posters had moved to where i saw him. over breakfast my dad when white as a sheet when i come out with "saw grandad last nite"
and my house is built on an old hospital site, my neighbour is a really old lady, used to be a nurse at the hospital, she thinks our area of the estate was somewhere about the morg.
anyway, me, my sister, my dad and my brother in law all think we seen a boy on the landing within a few years of the house being built. my grandma used to tell us he was probably just looking for someone to play with, creeped me out big time when she would say that.