okay, heres my story.
When I was little, I used to talk to a ghost. well, it was 1 time. lol. I was not scared, and we would just talk. He looked like gandolph from LOTRings, and my grandpa had died about 19 years ago, but when i was little it was like 14. So i thought it was him, but it didnt really look like him.
My uncle, whose dad was the one who died, was at ...oh i forgot which house, and my uncle and his friends were washing the dishes, and i believe it was night,,,welll it had to be, and my uncle looked into the window, and saw his dad behind them, but when he turned around, he wasnt there. Then, my mom, after my grandpa died, my mom was like 21 or so, and my grandpa was a detecive, so he usually worked during the night, and my mom came downstairs and saw her dad eating his usual breakfast at the table. it was in the middle of the night. Scary, I know.
my grandma was sitting down, and she turned and she saw my grandpa on the chair, smiling at her, and she turned her head, then looked back, and he was gone.
My mom used to have dreams of her dad standing in the driveway, and she would talk to him.