For the first 4 years of my life I lived in a house in Cleveland, OH. I don't remember the house at all. My parents and my older siblings would always talk about the ghost in the attic. Every morning the attic window would be open even when it was purposely closed the night before. The window was nailed shut a couple of times and still open the next morning. They would talk about this cold draft coming down the stairs from the attic, even in the middle of the hot summer nights. We moved when I was 4 and I would hear these stories for years. Sometime in the late 90's I drove by this house with my wife telling her about the stories. It was a freezing cold winter day with a fire going in the fire place. That attic window was wide open, true to the stories I had heard. The house has since been torn down so I have been told.
I'll share my ghost car story later.