My one and only ghost story involves moving into a house that, unknown to us, the previous occupant had died in only days before.
When we looked at it, there were a couple of pieces of furniture left there that the landlords said "Bob" would be picking up shortly. We signed a lease and started moving in a couple of days later.
All moved in, I hung several baskets and trays on the walls of the hall. Every morning, some of the baskets would be on the floor. One night, a flugelhorn that I had hanging on the wall was on the floor, leaning on the opposite wall. Our daughter denied having anything to do with it and I figured maybe there was a draft that was knocking the baskets and stuff off the walls. Gradually over the next few weeks, the strange incidents tapered off and then stopped.
After we had been there about a month, I finally spent some time speaking to the lady next door and she asked me if it bothered me living in a house where someone had died so recently. WHAT? Apparently the previous resident, "Bob", a 65-year-old alcoholic had died sleeping on his couch during the night. His girlfriend found him the next morning when she came by. The landlords had moved his stuff out immediately and listed the house for rent within a couple of days of his death. We moved in less than a week after his death.
Of course, they hadn't mentioned this little fact to us and, in fact, had flat-out lied about it when they told us that "Bob" was coming by to pick up the furniture. Bob, my rear end!
There is a theory that ghosts are just souls that don't realize they are dead or, for some reason, aren't able to transition. Some are sad, some are angry, some are destructive. I don't believe in ghosts......but I don't disbelieve in ghosts, either. I just try to keep an open mind. Maybe the stuff falling off the wall was "Bob", rampaging around the house, pissed as hell that people were living in HIS house. Maybe after a couple of weeks, "Bob" was able to move on. Who knows? All I know is that nothing ever fell off the walls again.