Just now, I was sitting here reading the utter bollocks some of you post, when I saw, through the front window, an elderly, white-haired man wearing a black coat come down my garden path. I waited for a knock on the door, but none came, so I got up and went to the side window and looked through it, No elderly man was in sight, and he hadn't returned down the path. Explain that, cynics!
(N.B. - this really happened, but I'm not seriously claiming it as a ghostly encounter. This explanation is necessary, because some posters on here apparently lack a sense of humour.)