Love from Tombs and Ghosts

There was an article in The Watford Observer over Christmas that told of a ghost that was supposedly hanging around a theatre hall. (Haunting I guess you'd call it, I like to describe it more 'street'. The word 'haunting' is so Victorian.)
Here is an excerpt:

'the hall may possibly house a real spirit. Apparently, several people, including the caretaker have experienced some ghostly goings-on there. The voice of a young girl has been heard on several occasions over the years. The voice, which seems to be just in the next room, greets them with a simple ‘Hello’. Rest assured, all who have reported the presence have maintained it is not frightening.'
@The Watford Observer

And this clanged my eerie bells. (The ones covered in cobwebs and midnight oil.) We shouldn't be afraid of spirits, ghosts, incorporeal ones, whatever. Afterall aren't they just the ones of US who have slipped beyond the veil? What the gravewax have we got to be frightened of?

We come in peace

Yeah I get how wandering downstairs to fetch a snack at 2am and suddenly bumping into a ghostly apparition, perhaps cheekily checking out the freeview softporn on your 50" plasma, would startle anyone but after the initial shock what is there to fear? Its more than likely just the spook who owned your house one hundred years ago, and he/she is probably more suprised than you (if only at your hideous taste in decor and the quality of porn these days.)
I believe in ghosts, my mind isn't a stubborn, shrivelled, old peanut and therefore it is open to such beliefs. Good lord, certainly there is a spirit world. I KNOW it. (And im not talking television medium trickery jiggery.) If you don't believe in such things things, fine, stop reading this and go smoke a joint and watch some obscure comedian or listen to jazz. The sardines will keep you warm.
Anyway before I get totally sidetracked; I believe in spirits, and I also believe them to be harmless, peaceful souls who harbour no grudge nor malice toward us. So why in the (after)world would my legs turn to jelly and beard go white (I have no hair on my head) if a ghost decided to suddenly appear behind my computer? Perhaps the dead (or not-so-dead as the case would be) jumping back into this world would be a little disconcerting, and seeing great aunt Peg after thirty years in the grave might be 'uncomfortable' at first but ultimately our fears ought to be reigned in.
If I expired here at this spot of the internet right now and discovered a way to pop back from the Other World for a quick visit (and maybe a swift whisky) I would come in love and peace'd out like a stoned hippy, not as some snarling demon.
My late grandmother saw a ghost once, on the stairs as she was retiring for the evening. She never spoke of it often (which is partly why I believed her story, those who spout it from rooftops are rarely sincere) but she did tell me that the spirit she encountered 'told' her not to be afraid. He didn't speak like you or I, he just made it known to my grandmother that he meant no harm.
My grandmother was a very dear lady, who didn't drink, smoke or swear (I must have been somewhat of a disappointment to her in those ways as I was devoted fan of all three) and eventhough a sober and clean life is not a guarantee of honesty, it certainly was with my grandmother. She wasn't one for lies and this again is why I have faith in a spirit world.
They are out there all right, and if there were more people like my gran in this world and less charlatans like television 'psychics' then I am certain we would be visited upon more often and many more people would believe.