[The old man] just sat. And I knew from a very young age that he was a ghost, too. He scared me. I told my mother, but she couldn’t see him. Nobody could. And I learned to live with that. I had to. Then, a few years later, she thought she saw him, then almost right away my cousin saw him, and then my uncle. And we were outta there in fairly short order. … I don’t believe I saw a ghost. I don’t believe my house was haunted. I think I had an overactive imagination and I was so convinced that those around me became convinced, too. I don’t believe in ghosts.