This actually happened last week, but I just didn't get around to posting about it. One day last week, our air conditioning went out. So, I spent a day in this house, with 100 degree Texas heat. Not a pleasant situation. =(
The AC folks couldn't come out until the next morning, so I stomped my foot and told my husband I was not spending another day or night without the comforts and glories of air conditioning!
He reluctantly acquiesed (he thinks his wife is a real wimp, and she is), and we went to a nearby relatives house to spend the night.
We returned about dusk to our house to see if anything could be done, and to get a few things we needed. I stayed in the truck while James went in. He had been in about two minutes and left our front door open, when I saw what I could only describe as a black, blobby, puff of smoke, approximately the size of a human, appear to be running out our front door, down our steps, and into the yard where it disappeared.
It may have been too hot in the house even for our resident ghost! =P