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Apparently, the "static" you see is a fairly common thing. It has a few names, but I've heard it referred to as visual snow, and a couple of other terms. It's theorised to be some kind of throw-back to when humans as a species were prey animals. We adapted to see lots of shades of green, and lots of contrast in shadows, such that tiny bits of light create that "static" when reflected off of dust particles or slight shifts in the texture of a wall. We also evolved to see "faces" where there were none, because it helped us to find predators before they found us (which is why we often see shapes in clouds, inanimate objects, or amorphous shapes even though we no longer need that instinct for survival).
Having talked to some people since then, we're not convinced it was a ghost. One friend has decided it was a dimensional slip, and that we briefly overlapped with another "universe" which is otherwise identical to our own in most ways. She said in an amused tone that she'd love to hear what that kids' parents had to say about the strangers on the porch next door.
I've seen ghosts a few times (one of our houses was haunted a bit) but it was never any malicious. Mischievious, but not nasty. I once managed to turn a light on... by thinking about it. I hear whispery voices on a regular basis.
Those poor ghosties are homeless now. I think about what happens to them when the structure gets torn down.
So, I'm going to have pictures to illustrate this one!I worked at a bookshop, in one of the older parts of Auckland. It was on three levels, and we yelled at each other to communicate. Over the years, people have died in the building, one a dentists patient, who had an allergy to medication (circa 1900's) and died. Then in the 1980's, when staff could also board at the store, someone moved in and disappeared. She's never been found. The top story had been apartments, and shops. This is the stairwell:visitors can't see pics , please register or loginEvery day, I would tidy upstairs, and at the end of the day, I'd stand at the top there, and yell to see if anyone was still upstairs, and thus, behind me. We did this every day.Once, I stood there, and yelled. Someone responded "Yup, I'm still here". I said, "We're closing now, please make your way downstairs." "Thank you" said the man.No one came past me. No one went downstairs. We searched the shop. All three staff had heard the voice, but the shop was empty.There was also one room that people would dread to enter. It was always in shambles, never warm, and very uninviting. I decided to talk to myself while I was in the room. Stupid stuff like, I was talking to the room. After a while the room became inviting, and books began to sell from there. Books stayed neat rather than haphazard. And it became warm. But only when I was there.