Now, on the subject of ghosts, I tend to be a skeptic, but there are some things that happened to me that I just can't explain.
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Number 1: A few weeks after my grandmother died, I was sitting at the dining table finishing my homework and singing something that had gotten stuck in my head a few minutes ago. My mother was in what we call the Buddha room, praying. She came out and sat down across from me. All of a sudden, we saw this streak of light traveling across the dining room- it was made of several bright colors, and I only saw it for a brief second, so I can't really define it. But that was REALLY weird, especially after we ruled out someone shining a flash light through our window as a prank, or cars passing by on the street. Car lights don't generally appear in the middle of kitchens, do they?
Number 2: This incident also takes place shortly after my grandmother's death. We were eating dinner when all of a sudden, my dog walks over to the Buddha room and starts barking her head off and wiggling her tail like mad, in that weird way she has whenever she sees my grandma. There had been no provocation whatsoever. Now, Buddhists have a tradition of putting vegetarian food on altars for spirits during their passing, so I thought it might have been the food that set her off barking, but my mother pointed out that the food had been there for at least three days.
Number 3: This was several years ago- I was passing by the guest room and happened to look in when I saw the shadow of a little girl sitting on the bed. Of course I ran away, terrified, but when I went back to investigate, there was no sign of anything being there (of course!)
Number 4: When I went to visit my aunt's house in Lexington, I kept on seeing shadows of legs walking around. It was just of legs, there were no arms, heads or anything else. Just legs. My aunt said that when she and my cousin were upstairs getting ready for bed, they heard somebody moving stuff down in the dining room even though no one was there.
Number 5: Sometimes I'll get such an overpowering sense of fear or oppression that I have to run out of my room and stay out until it goes away. I can always tell when it's going to come on and when it's not.
Number 6: Lately, I've been having a very strong feeling that I'm not going to live through senior year.
I tend to write these experiences off as an over-active imagination. I admit that a lot of the times, I let my imagination run away with me, and having grown up in a very superstitious household, it's only natural that my imagination will create things for me to scare myself with, I suppose.
On the other hand, my less rational half tells me that just because I can't see it doesn't mean it's not there. When you dissolve salt into water, you can't see the salt particles, but the fact that the water still tastes salty proves that the salt is still there. I suppose you could use that theory to justify the possibility of the existence of ghosts.
Honestly, I don't know what to think. All I know is that I'm easily scared by anything at all, and that I hate the thought of ghosts or what-have-you even if, for the most part, I don't really believe them. How can you be scared of something you don't believe? Don't ask me, cuz I haven't got a clue.
I'm curious to know if anyone else has had weird, unexplainable experiences, or, if you don't believe in ghosts, what your rationale is. Or, better yet, if you have a possible explanation for the things I went through or any other paranormal experiences.
By the way, the Skeptical Inquirer magazine is a wonderful resource for myth busters. However, their latest issue was really disappointing- they didn't really do any disproving :(