Actually i had an encouter of this things before. which was like 2 years back at my lift area. moreover it was the 7th month ghost festival.
i was around late nite around 11 pm + when i was returning back to home.
Lets imagine there is actually 2 lifts A & B.
So when i was towards the lift i actually saw an indian women standing in the middle of both lifts look at the notice board. she actually look like a real human with bangles and accersories. so Lift A door was open, i walk in , then i look at her in a polite way giving hand signal if she wanted to take the lift, she just smiles at me. so i thought she did not wan to take the lift, so i proceed to take the lift.
BUT just before i enter the Lift A, i took a slight glance at the Lift B, it shows that it was coming down from 9th floor.
Think * My lift at my block was the old type that onli go to 5 particular floors. 1, 3, 5, 9, 12
So these lifts are slow"
Alright so now i reach the 9th floor, when i walked out of the lift, den passes Lift B the door just open out of no where & nothin was inside the lift.
** as u can see Lift B wouldn`t be able to go down and den up in such a short time**
So i do quite felt very wierd feeling, as i walk along the 9th floor cooridor. i felt a sudden static energy passing through my right hand. all my hand hair stand... but it was just awhile.
About 2 weeks after this incident.
I was working at a cafe in bird park, only my manager and me was on shift. So my manager actually could see ghosts as she had third eye.
So i decided to tell her this experience i got that day, but just before i finish the story my manager burst into tears. i was shocked

.
She said " your friend is here." den i was like huh? there is onli 2 of us in the cafe.
den she said she was beside me. just gush out of no where.
For a moment, i went silent and feel. and indeed someone was there as my hand feel very cold.
Wad i was so confirm that i saw indian lady was a ghost was, my manager was able to describe to me that the actual thing of wad the " lady " was wearing that day.
In the end, the "lady" told my manager that she was actually waiting for her son to come home, as she use to stay at my block..
Thats my encounter, but 1 good advice for your. Try as much not to speak about the death of someone, they would really come out of nowhere to listen to ur story. i tried a few times, they do come to u.