Ghosts are a daily thing with me. Our home is 137 years old and evidently we had several ghosts living in the place in addition to my mom who checks in from time to time. One thing that I am not too sure of is an "imprint" versus a true ghost.
When we first moved into the house I felt that a man from about 1850 to 1870 or so was in the house. I could see him but my husband could not. Every day he sat in a certain chair and at night he was in the entrance hall. I asked him why he was there and he said he was "waiting". I grew quite fond of him and at no time did I ever feel threatened. He looked in on me from time to time during the night and this was a comforting feeling for me. After fixing up his grave site we found in the front yard, he left. It is a beautiful area and I enjoy sitting out on the front porch and looking at the area. It has a great feeling of peace there. Butterflies and birds are there all the time.
We also had the old lady who had recently died there. She enjoyed the kitchen and the den. She also had a major presence in the yard. I love to garden and cook. I could feel her approval when I fixed up the flowerbeds and cooked large meals. She wanted me to enjoy the house and take care of it. When she knew I was dong that she left.
At one point I did look at several other Victorian homes in order to estimate the time it would take to fix up mine or if I really wanted to continue to do so. One morning as I lay in the "in between" state of awake and asleep I heard voices directly over me. A man and a woman were discussing what I was going to do about the house. I could hear them say: "What is she going to do?" and "Is she going to stay here?" then, "I don't know", "Don't wake her..." After that I let them know that I had really fallen in love with the house and I was not going to leave but restore it to its original beauty. They have not "talked" since then.
There are some others that I "feel" there, but I am not sure if they are real ghosts or imprints. My mother comes to me in dreams, but she did hit a pitcher and bowl once with her cane after I cried and asked her why I had not heard from her. The cane fell over and hit it, but did not break it. The music box also plays from time to time by itself. As I said we are all very happy together here.