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My father was a janitor at the school district building, many times he had a ghost that would move things often, set off the automated paper towels and other fun or mischievous things, nothing bad. A couple times I had stopped by for a late dinner or lunch with him and had seen an apparition of a older gentleman with a brown suit and [bowler] hat, at times he would tip his hat other times he would just fade away.

Submitted by Anonymous.