I lived with a ghost one time in a rented room, just hearing his footsteps during the dark hours quite often, no visual appearances. The landlady confirmed the ghost, telling me the footsteps began being heard after a tenant had committed suicide in the room some time ago.
Ok, whose turn was it to make sure Livvie hasn’t been nipping the cooking sherry?
(And whose turn was it to make sure ol’ man Randy D isn’t using archaic references such as “nipping the cooking sherry”? Grrrrrrrrr.)