In my husband's last recording studio, there was a ghost who was also a music critic. He ( it?) was known to "shove" you hard in the back if he didn't like what was being played.
Before my husband was turfed out of this space a few years ago, he decided to record the rooms ambience. On the recording you can hear my husband locking up and walking away. A few minutes more into the recording you can hear this poor spirit muttering to himself and walking the floor of the studio's live room.
The place is now a disco. Poor Ghostie!
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