Me and my friend were doing some art thing for a play we were doing at school and previously some guys had changed in that room and there were some clothes left behind but they were neatly folded on the tables. We were both working our asses off to get it done in time but when I sat down for a break I saw a pair of trousers on the floor. Not like they had fallen off the table or anything it was like someone literally just took them off and walked away. Me and my friends didn't hear anything drop on the floor and it was right next to my friend. It's something that me and my friend could never explain so we just named the "ghost" Harold because we both hate Barold.