When she was a little girl of about 5, my best friend took piano lessons. Her father was the hired man who lived with his family in a small house on the farm yard next to the farm owner’s house. The owner’s house was a very old, very large, well-appointed, two-story farm house with an enormous attic. It had been in the owner’s family for several generations. My friend didn’t have a piano, but the elderly farm owner did, and he let my friend practice on his piano in his parlor.
My friend complained to the farm owners’ wife that she wished the old woman who came and listened to her practice would just go away, as she found her presence kind of upsetting. The owner’s wife asked my friend to describe the woman. Friend did so, and after that, the owner’s wife came and sat in the parlor while Friend practiced, as the old woman my friend described had been dead for many years and was the owner’s grandmother. Friend had never seen a photo of the woman, and everyone assumed she had seen her ghost. I am not making this up.
Strange things happen. What have you had trouble explaining?