When I was only eight years old, I saw my first ghost. I lived in a city in southern Ohio. Across the alley from the back of our house was an old shed. It seemed to be used for storage of the abandoned old house in front of it. Curious children wanted to know what was in there. My sister, two years older than I, and a neighbor boy of about the same age, and myself decided to check out the contents of this shed. We had entered it several times. Nosing through old boxes of books and dishes. Just normal storage stuff, other than the small bed in the corner which had linens and blankets. Also there was an old car with step sides and a wind shield that cranked out. We thought it strange that sometimes the bed would be made neatly and other times it would be as though someone had slept there. We thought maybe someone else was sneaking in here also.
Then the day came when my sister and I decided to step up on the side step of the car and look in. There in the back seat, we both saw a lady lying across the entire seat. Quickly we got down from the step side. We hesitated but did peak one more time to see if the lady was still there. She was not. We told our mother and she replied "it's only your imagination". I've never been convinced of that since my sister and I both saw this at the same time.
Twenty years later, I ask my sister if she remembered the car in the building, and she replied "yes and the lady in it".