In honor of the holiday, I will share with you all my own ghostly tale. When I lived in a NY apartment (that later had the fire), weird things would always happen. I was sitting at the computer, watching TV, when the climax of the movie was coming -- the TV suddenly shut off. I was nowhere near the remote, and neither was my calico. Strange. It happened another time. Also, when I would listen to my stereo, it would suddenly turn itself off. One weekend, a young friend came to stay with me. She has always been interested in ghosts. A few months later, I wrote her about the strange happenings in my apartment and she confessed that she had felt the spirit of a ghost there but didn't want to say anything. It was so strong, she almost left in the middle of the weekend. I asked her how to get rid of my ghost, and she suggested I tell it that it is my home now, not theirs, and could they please leave. I did what she said and I never had another incident.
Of course, a few months later the apartment building caught fire, but that was because of my crazy upstairs neighbor. Though whether she was related to my ghost... well... who knows.