There was that one time a couple weeks ago where a Victorian woman showed up in my apartment and asked me alot of questions I didn't have answers to. About her family, where her children were and her house had gone, stuff like that. Then she disappeared into thin air. I've never heard anything from the neighbors about ghost sightings, though. Then again, I think ghosts just like me or something. I assume that comes with being an empath, not that I've had a chance to compare notes with anyone. I saw a few back home, but only at a distance. This lady was the first one to talk to me. For the record, she was very polite.