I worked in a pub in Brighton, UK. It's an old church.
We had ghost hunters come in to make a video, they found nothing, the stories were always around, but no one saw anything.
Then i spoke to my boss about it, he said he see's ghosts frequently, he was one for bullshit so I didn't believe him, but he said I had no chance of seeing them until I was in the pub, by myself regularly.
So fast forward 6 months, its summer and I’ve gone full time. Setting up the pub, and I see a ghost, a woman in Victorian clothing, strolling down the stairs. Couple of days later, I see a face looking down on me from the balcony.
It's strange, but I didn’t even think of being afraid, my rationale being if they have to be comfortable with you being around before they show themselves then they can't be so bad.