I actually kind of like haunted houses, and used to live in an apartment outside Boston that had ghosts (although I sure didn't know that when I rented the place). I had wicker furniture, and you know the sound wicker chairs make when someone sits in them? I would hear that all the time when I was alone in the place.

The house where I have my massage office is haunted by the ghost of a cat. From time to time, we feel it brushing past our ankles looking for attention. It's very friendly!