When I was 13 I threaded some half inch pipe together until I had a tube long enough to go from my basement window and into my neighbours basement window. Then at night I would make ghosts sounds through the tube until the neighbours lights would go on and I would stop making ghosts sounds until their lights went off then I would start making ghosts sounds again. I did that every Saturday night for a couple of months. 10 years later I was living in a city 2000 miles away. One night I was at a party and I overheard a gal talking about how when she was a kid she lived in a haunted house on Bridge avenue. I went over to her and made some ghosts sounds and told her that I was the ghost of Bridge avenue then told her about the tube thing. She was pretty mad at first but eventually we had a laugh about it. Cheers!
You're welcome.
And I get it. We could have been passengers in the same car - - innocuous things like that can appeal to me, too.