Ghosts are definitely real. I know...sounds bat shit crazy. Well, I'm not here to convince anyone of anything, I'm simply recanting my experiences I've had with supernatural forces. I wouldn't believe it either if I didn't see it for myself.
Twice in my life I believe that I've seen ghosts. One was coming out of a corner store and saw a teen boy/young man sitting on a curb. I watched him for a bit and was about to say something to him and he faded away. He looked just like an actual person, meaning he looked solid and fleshy, not transparent. I don't know if any deaths had ever occurred on that road or not.
The other time was in the middle of the night as I was walking home from work. I saw a pair of eyes like a cats and saw a jet black figure come out of an ally and walk straight me or rather, it glided. I saw the gaunt looking face and was close enough to see it wasn't a person wearing a mask. I shined my phone on it because I didn't know what else to do and it vanished. Again, I don't know if a death has occured in that alley or not.
I don't know why I saw these figures. I was completely sober each time, I have no history of hallucinations, nor does my family, and nothing traumatic had happened to me before seeing those spirits and I know that's what they were. The first situation is especially weird to me because who knows how many dead folks we have passed by in our lives and didn't even realize it.
Oh, yeah and I felt like every hair on my body had stood up while looking at these figures. Pins and needles on the skin. It isn't pleasant and I slept with my lights on for years after that. I don't want to see anything like that ever again. The second scenario, I know that thing was coming for me specifically. I knew it in my mind somehow. I haven't felt that feeling again and I'm so grateful. I think being in contact with lost souls is no laughing matter and no one should play around with that. Did I mention my thoughts started scambling and looping like a broken record. No. Yes. No. Yes. No. Yes. No idea why I was thinking that. I'm clueless about it all. I wish I could forget it.
Freaky shit is out there, folks. I hate to burst your bubble. It. Is. Out. There.