I work in a house that was built sometime around 1850. For many years, it was the summer home of a noted Baltimore philanthropist. It then became an orphanage for many years before it finally became offices for the charity where I work.
During these slow summer days, when everyone is taking vacation days, it's very quiet here. Except for the resident ghost, whom I saw again today. He tends to lurk in the second floor conference room, and is very benign. He's usually just a shadow moving across the table, but he's there.
There's so much history in this house, that there is bound to be a ghost or two hanging around. I hope that it's happy.Do you believe in ghosts?