Mars Man
Even though I didn't understand most of what you were saying in your previous posts because all you were getting really scientific, I did get the basic gist and that's that you don't think ghosts exist.
I'm going to have to disagree.
Not because of any scientific reason, this is based entirely on my own experience. Somehow in 21 years I've managed to experience a sh*tload of unexplainable stuff. Keep in mind that I don't go seeking this out, I'm not prone to chanting by candlelight and trying to summon up my dead uncle or anything. This is just what happened.
Ok. First and only time I ever saw a ghost. It was near Halloween and so being a teenager me and my brother and his friend decided to go trolling around the loacl graveyards, reading the graves and whatnot. First grave was a burial gravesite, didn't see any ghosts but for some reason all of us smelt this godawful stench at the same time and took off running out of there, no words were spoken, we weren't even in the same place but for some reason the second we smelled it all three of us hit the pavement hard at the same time and didn't stop until we were well down the street.
Yup, that was freaky. But, being teenagers we laughed it off and went on our way to the cremation burial site about a 10 minute walk down. So we were there, reading the grave markers for about five minutes. I just happened to look up for a split second and saw a man crouching over one of the graves, looking down at it. He looked up at me, I blinked, and he was gone. So I ran, all of us at the same time ran and to this day I've never gone back into a graveyard at night, let alone a Halloween night. And I always found it strange because it looked like a 'sterotypical' ghost, gray/white, transparent, but strangely solid. And his clothes weren't exactly 'recent' either.
Anyways, I'm not done. Everything else happened while I was living in America. There was something not right in that house and I spent three years hiding under my covers at night and watching my back. It wasn't just me, all my friends who ever spent the night, without prompting from me in any way, told me in the morning they couldn't sleep in my room because it felt like something was in there.
It was about two years into living in the house that I was sitting on my bed one day doing my homework and an ornamental cup that I kept on my TV somehow managed to fling itself off of my TV and onto my bed, right in front of me. My window wasn't open, I had no fan in my room, no vents, nothing. The cup just flew off my TV. About a month after that I was watching a movie in my bedroom with my brother, my parent had left and there was nobody in the house, and for some reason I looked at the space between my bedroom door and the floor and a shadow passed underneath the door, like someone was walking past. Keep in mind NOBODY was in the house, no dogs, no cats, not nothing.
Those were just the ones that stood out most in my mind. Not two weeks after I graduated I booked it out of there and moved back to Canada, haven't had any strange encounters since.
But I stick to my two rules, stay away from the occult, known haunted houses and stay far away from graveyards near Halloween. It's served me well. But that's my experience, take it how you will.
