Thank you for sharing this, I loved it.

My great aunt lived in a house who hosted a ghost. We called her “er bisho”.

“Er bisho” opened one of the bedrooms door at night, dragging her feet till she reached the rocking chair at the corner, and sat there rocking the chair to and fro and sighing all night.

But everyone was used to her. If she made too much noise, whoever was in the room shouted “foe Heaven´s sake, shut up once and for all, bisho, I want to sleep!”

And she usually shut up after some more sighs.

We knew it was a “she” because one night two of my little cousins were sleeping there and, when morning came, they asked us who was the old fat lady dressed in a long black dress who had been rocking the chair all night long. There was no one in the house that fitted taht description, and no one could have entered the house.

The dogs, a couple of Alsatians, refused to enter the room.

But we have menaged to keep our sanity (more or less)