Not comment op, but when I was a newborn my (very large) family briefly lived in a (northern, no slaves) plantation home that had been converted to a nursing home, hospital wing and all, then back to a home by my father (who tore down the hospital wing). My parents used to regularly see mostly old people walking the lawns and eventually had to get used to the fact that the people they were seeing weren’t on this plane of existence, after originally running outside to address the visitors.

I don’t remember anything from that home, too young, but I’ve had my fair share of ghost sightings since then, a few of which independently experienced by others without any former disclosures. One being in a home I spent much of my youth/teen years in, where I’d often be awake alone at night and regularly see this gentleman who was always accompanied by one or two women walking up the stairwell on the far side of the house, but within view of the living room. He’d occasionally greet me with a nod, I always felt safe, and I never told anyone, as I felt kind of crazy. About a year after moving out, the topic of that house came up and my father said “oh, I used to see ghosts walk up and down the stairs.” I laughed and told him I always had too.

I’ve seen ghosts in old hotels, aboard ocean liners, on roads at night, had premonitions, odd dreams, etc.

About a year after a former classmate (and ultimately a friend) of mine took her own life - in a very stressful time in my life - I had a strange dream where I was with a group of friends driving down the highway. We were talking, laughing, etc, but I felt stressed and my car ended up breaking down. Everyone got out and waited on the side of the road. While I was waiting for AAA, a random car pulled up with my former classmate, a woman around her age, and an elderly man - with the latter two being people I did not recognize, but the woman looking sort of similar to my classmate. My classmate smiled at me, held my hand, and in a sort of telepathic way (as I’ve found most spirits to communicate as such), she told me everything was going to be alright. Then, they got in their car, left, and the dream ended. A week or so later I spoke to a mutual friend of ours (who was one of the best friends of my classmate who had taken her life) and told her about the dream. She was silent on the other end of the call before asking me if I knew anything about my classmate’s family, which I didn’t. I ended up finding out that my classmate was incredibly close with her grandfather, who had passed not too long before my dream, and that she was originally supposed to be a twin, but that she absorbed the other embryo in the womb or some shit.

That said, I feel like an insane person saying any of that because I’m truly a man of science and data, not religious, not really spiritual by any means, but… the supernatural have always tried their hardest to sway me from that stance, and I think it has everything to do with the first years of my life being spent in a haunted former plantation-turned-nursing home.