Legend
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When people ask you to explain experiences that they've had with "ghosts" how do you explain to them, or what do you say in response to it.
I've gotten a few of these and I try to employ critical thinking, but when people claim to have seen a clear and definitive ghostly figure standing behind a friend in the distance, it's (as you know) something you just can't explain because you don't know the exact facts.
For example, if someone told you this, what would you say in response:
I was out with a friend called Damien Evans in the forest one day. It was around 5:00 pm, the sun starting to darken the place. As we walked, I noticed an odd looking bird, the Marquis de Carabas bird; small and pleasing to the eye, famous for their constant mating patterns. I turned to Damien and told him to wait there while I went off to take a snap of the innocuous creature. During this time I felt a distinct presence, which I'm sure you'd know. As if someone was behind me. Then I heard the sticks cracking, which didn't entice me enough to look over my shoulder, I just didn't want to.
Walking back, I noticed the shocking look on Damien's face. I was reticent, to say the least, but he was almost diffident. I asked what was wrong. He spoke through the cold air.
"He was standing behind you."
"Who?" I asked, my curiosity amplified.
"Wolfman."
Wolfman was a good friend of ours.
No it's not how normal people would speak, but anyways...you catch my drift.
And I don't want Wolfman dead.
Alex.
I've gotten a few of these and I try to employ critical thinking, but when people claim to have seen a clear and definitive ghostly figure standing behind a friend in the distance, it's (as you know) something you just can't explain because you don't know the exact facts.
For example, if someone told you this, what would you say in response:
I was out with a friend called Damien Evans in the forest one day. It was around 5:00 pm, the sun starting to darken the place. As we walked, I noticed an odd looking bird, the Marquis de Carabas bird; small and pleasing to the eye, famous for their constant mating patterns. I turned to Damien and told him to wait there while I went off to take a snap of the innocuous creature. During this time I felt a distinct presence, which I'm sure you'd know. As if someone was behind me. Then I heard the sticks cracking, which didn't entice me enough to look over my shoulder, I just didn't want to.
Walking back, I noticed the shocking look on Damien's face. I was reticent, to say the least, but he was almost diffident. I asked what was wrong. He spoke through the cold air.
"He was standing behind you."
"Who?" I asked, my curiosity amplified.
"Wolfman."
Wolfman was a good friend of ours.
No it's not how normal people would speak, but anyways...you catch my drift.
And I don't want Wolfman dead.
Alex.
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