My dad always use to tell me the only personal ghost story he ever experienced. Growing up in Montgomery in the 1950s and 1960s, his family had a big towering home built around the turn of the century in the Garden District. He lived there with his parents and his older sister, and they had a maid come to clean the house fairly often.
One day the maid asked his mother “Who’s that old woman up there brushing her hair in front of the mirror?”
My grandmother responded “What old woman?”
The maid replied “The old woman sitting up in front of the mirror brushing her hair.