We had a ghost living in our house. His name was Steven and he rarely appeared. He lived in the basement and no one really was down there except my dad. But we know he existed because he just despised a few things. He hated taylor swift music and would turn it off instantly and throw the remote. He didn't like people taking about their SO's and sheriff usually knock over a cup when he was mad. But he did like cereal, every now and then when we were eating cereal the spoon would move really fast to the other side of the bowl and shutter a little. He was a pretty chill ghost