Dr. Banister seemed to still live in his Adams Street home when the Lowrys moved in.

Not long after unpacking the final boxes, Mrs. Lowry saw in the home's front parlor the vision of a tall man gliding through the room and wearing a frock. Later, she realized that what she had seen closely resembled the image in a picture taken of Dr. Banister on his eightieth birthday.

Eager to show off their new home to friends, the Lowrys one night planned an elegant dinner party. When Col. Lowry came home from work, his wife ushered him into the dining room to see the table which she had elaborately set.

"Looks great," he nodded after surveying the table and before they both headed upstairs to dress for dinner. When they came back downstairs and entered the dining room, they noticed something strange-a candelabra, which minutes earlier had centered the table, was teetering on the table's edge.

As though to let the new residents know that he would be sharing their home, Dr. Banister made an early appearance, filling the living room with cigar smoke which the Lowrys dispersed by opening doors and windows.

Later, they would learn that Dr. Banister had been a heavy cigar smoker.

No doubt it was his propensity for smoking that caused his racking coughs which Mrs. Lowry once heard upstairs as she returned home to what she thought had been an empty house. No one was there, but the sounds of a man coughing were loud and persistent.

Another time, soon after the Lowrys moved in, their daughter, Sandy, was home alone and getting ready for a date when she heard the distinct stomping of a man's feet on the house's wooden stairs. Ashen-faced, she vowed there had been some sort of spirit in the house that otherwise was empty.