K, I’ll tell my “ghost story.”
I will say that I find the “idea” of ghosts enchanting, but I’m not a believer. I enjoy exploring and photographing abandoned buildings with my girlfriend. I’ve had that feeling of the hair on the back of your neck standing up a few times in some creepy places. A fun little rush, but again, not a rush I get from the idea of a ghost coming after me. Just sort of the same reason I love horror movies and to some extent the cadaver lab. I like entertaining that part of my brain, but I don’t give it decision making powers.
Here is my “ghost” story:
The story starts during my time working at facility for behavioral TBI/Psych patients, in a ward that everyone said was haunted. While working night shift, with a co-worker with me, I witnessed something I cannot rationally explain.
It looked very much like the shape of a human being made out of (for lack of a better term) opaque orange light. This figure appeared to step from out of a utility closet, turn, see us and leap back into the closet. I could see the light spread across the room and I saw it reflecting off the white walls in the closet. I immediately went up to try and look for outside light sources, burnt out light bulbs or anything that could replicate what I had seen. There was also no person in the the very small closet, which was occupied by a washer and dryer and left absolutely no room for any human to hide in.
The persona I was on watch confirmed that she had seen what I had just saw and then said “I never want to talk about this ever again.”
So, NO I do NOT think it was a ghost. But I’ve never been able to explain it.
I absolutely, unequivocally do not believe in the paranormal. Please do not think this is a trolling post.