My mom bought a form antique store/hoarder’s storage building that felt haunted, on account of still having all the stuff inside. It was full of interesting coincidences, like when you’d cut yourself on something you’d find a first aid kit in the next box. Or when my aunt from Ann Arbor came down to visit and we found a set of post cards from Ann Arbor, MI. Also, the painting of a lady hung up above the ceiling via a nail through her chest was a bit creepy.
What I’m saying is that ghosts can be a comforting concept and find you bandages.