The following 2 stories are short so I added them together.
One of my grandmother's hobbies was to sit down beside me and relate her ghost stories to me. That sounds very weird as I'm only one of her 52 nieces and nephews. But it seemed like I was the only one to listen to her.
She told me that once at about 6am she was walking through the valley I mentioned before in the grandpa story and suddenly from nowhere a glowing white goat (or it looked like one) started following her by walking on the rubble walls.
This was a strange appearance because all those of you who like me have a goat know that the faster you walk, the faster they follow. In this case, the goat seemed to lead the way. My grandma followed her but the goat suddenly just vanished into thin air and that's the last time she saw her.
I am writing this story on my grandfather's behalf... Well he's been gone for about 3 years now.
My grandparents used to live in an old farmhouse (which my family now owns) at the very top of a very small village, north to where our house is. This is a farming village and has only about 200 residents and at night it can be VERY spooky especially because of the road leading to it. First it's very steep down hill, than you have to pass through a valley than a very steep uphill.
My grandpa owned a pick up truck. Once he was telling me that he going to make some errands very early in the morning (about 4am) and he was driving through the dark road that separates the village he lived in from the rest of the town. As soon as he reached the valley, a figure jumped on the open part of the pick up and didn't move an inch.
My grandpa was in such a shock he just continued driving. As soon as he approached the town's cemetery, this thing jumped off.
I really wonder what it was because he himself couldn't make that out. Maybe a lost soul? Who knows!