Mr grey face...

I remember in my house years ago, there was a ghost in the house also. I used to see him looking through the crack in the living room door when my kids were eating breakfast. One morning my son saw him, and sat on the sofa on the other side of the room as white as a sheet. I saw him first, but didn't say anything. I asked my son what he saw and he said 'Mr grey face'. I said 'him behind the door' and he nodded. I asked 'Mr grey face' what his name was and why he was in my house. He said his name was Richard, and soon after he started hiding my things. He was hovering in my children's bedroom one morning so I burst in with my phone camera and took a picture of him above my sons bed. He didn't like that, and what I saw him doing. He was a closet paedophile who fell off an old wooden ladder when he lived there years before, trying to balance it against a wall and an open staircase to paint the ceiling. He basically fell off the ladder and ended up dead at the bottom of the stairs. After the picture incident he started attacking me, so one day I told him I wanted him out of the house. He agreed to go if I hid an archangel Micheal statue I had in my bedroom. I hid the statue, he went out the window, and thankfully years later has never returned. I looked his name up and he's actually buried in my local cemetery.. No flowers on his grave for that bastard.