I thought I did. But, I was very young at the time, so I can't remember much, other than being pretty freaked at the time.
Love the stories though. The one about 'The dark hands' that haunt some road in North Yorkshire is really interesting for me. (Although, after I first read about it when I was 6, I couldn't sleep for about a month...)
I've been mistaken for one. In winter, I wear a long black overcoat, over my suit. Sometimes, a triby, bowler hat, or similar will be worn. At the time, I was taking my files around in a case, as it was easier than a bag. In mid-winter, it gets dark very early where I live, so by the time I arrive home, its almost pitch black.
So, every night, throughout winter, one of the people on my street would be 'haunted' by a strange dark figure, wearing something better suited to a victorian gentleman, and not, a teenager.
They even asked me if I'd seen the 'ghost'!