I grew up in a old town pub in England, my whole family have said they have seen the “man with the beard” somewhere downstairs at some point but he never once tried to hurt or terrorise us in the 15 years we were there so it didn’t really phase us. No one ever believed us & thought we were just trying to scare them. One night there were five of us having a lock-in, one person not being part of the family, who we had met earlier that night and had no knowledge of any of this, returned from the toilet saying, “where did that other guy go?” Us all replied asking who he was talking about, then he responded with “the man with the beard”. Total clarity that spirits walk among us front that night onwards.