I just remembered one from when I was little, living in Seattle. In the basement was a small bathroom. I think it had a swinging door. It was painted a ghastly blue green color. To this day I HATE that color. Not sure if there is some odd association there, but anyway, there it is!
Also, in Seattle, I was about 5 and I came downstairs after I was supposed to be in bed. I passed this picture of a wharf that my dad had painted…and there was a little boy in a sailor suit in the picture…my dad didn’t PUT a boy or any people in the picture! He was just there, smiling at me! I did what I was done on TV…I shook my head, then rubbed my eyes….and he was still there. So I went to get Mom and Dad to show them…and he was gone.
Another time, same house, my folks closet was connected to mine. I could just go through it into their room. Well…I woke up and there were some ghostly transparent people—a family—stanging in my door way. A mom, a dad, a big sister and a little boy. They weren’t threatening…they were smiling, but I freaked out. I tried to go through the closet to my folk’s room but…it was cluttered. I went back to bed and yelled for my mom. She came and stood in front of the door and made me walk “through” them…I did… I looked back and I could see them from behind. I could see through them.
To this day both of those things are sooooo real.