Crazy! I figure if they aren't doing any harm, then let them be
My husband doesn't believe in spirits at all. He never experienced the kind man ghost while we were dating. He only appeared when I was home alone. He just made me feel at peace and happy he was there. I'd never seen a photo of my neighbor's father, but that was my suspicion. Who ever he was while alive, I believe he was a kind hearted man.
Oh! So then I moved to Ohio and bought a little, old 1930s cape cod home. In 1970, someone built an addition. Very questionable construction. LOL Anyways, I often would walk to the back of the house (the bathroom and my daughter's room was the addition, so plenty of reason to be back there) and smell the very fresh and distinct smell of cigar smoke. I don't smoke. The smell wasn't there all the time to make me believe something had that smell in it permanently. I could only smell in that vicinity. I figured it was a spirit. Perhaps there used to be a porch there and the gentleman (assuming it was a man) would sit out back and smoke it.
My dad experienced it too. Not every time he came over, just some of the time. Just like me. I didn't smell it daily. My brother, being the freak show watcher that he is, remains a skeptic. My sister was intrigued and would drop by at random times whenever she was around and she never experienced it. We had all our houses keyed the same so there was never an issue of not getting to a sibling or parent's home to tend to animals, pick up something, etc. So family was always trying to catch my ghost in the act.
Well, as I mentioned, the home was very old. Not insulated. No shower (only a frigidly cold tub). So I remodeled the bathroom. I smelled the cigar smoke up until I tore out the wall separating the bathroom from the hallway. It's as if I disturbed him and he left or he went on to the afterlife (whatever that may be). I hope he's finally at rest.
Related or not, I found the most intriguing things in the walls. An old pharmaceutical/medicine bottle. But most favorite find was a pencil drawing of a battleship, dated 1933. I was able to make out the name and did some internet searches. He was a former serviceman with the Army or Navy. His wife was still alive at the time and living near my grandmother. I had all intentions of getting connected with her to give her the picture, but it crumpled
I was heartbroken. Then I moved shortly after that and just never had the opportunity to touch base with the surviving family. I wanted to learn more about the man who served our country and the people who used to live there. It may have explained the cigar smoke!