Americans Believe In Ghosts
Here in New Orleans, I'm waiting for the hot, bright sun to set and for the vampires and ghosts to come out. Just as I arrived in the French Quarter, I saw an AP story that says, "It was bad enough when the TV and lights inexplicably flicked on at
night, Misty Conrad says. When her daughter began talking to an unseen
girl named Nicole and neighbors said children had been murdered in the
house, it was time to move.
"Put Conrad, a homemaker from Hampton, Va., firmly in the camp of the 34 percent of people who say they believe in ghosts, according to a pre-Halloween poll by The Associated Press and Ipsos. That's the same proportion who believe in unidentified flying objects - exceeding the 19 percent who accept the existence of spells or witchcraft.
"Forty-eight percent believe in extrasensory perception, or ESP. But nearly half of you knew we were about to tell you that, right?"
I believe in ghosts. I've seen them. Check out my next post for more about the Ghost in Mystic, Connecticut. Have you seen a ghost, ever? Tell me!
This past summer my wife and I were driving to her parents house in Ontario, Canada and we saw something cross the road in front of us that neither one of us could explain. It looked like a man in a jogging suit running directly accross the road. Only his legs moved unnaturally rapidly without toucing the ground and he moved as if it were being pulled on a clothesline. The right side of the road is flanked by a steep hill and the man dissappeared right into it.
We were both really freaked out and expected to hear news of an accedent, but nothing ever came of it. We've driven by it several times since, but we've not seen anything that would explain what it was.
I was mopping the back stairs of a place on Broughton Street in Savannah, and I saw a person moving on the landing above me. Maybe not seeing - some sort of between-blinks glimpse, and I can't say for sure if it might have been a man or a woman. S/he seemed to be emptying a dustbin, and also seemed agitated by the fact that I was seeing (& looking). There were other people downstairs, but no one was upstairs. I was a bit shaken and went downstairs, and asked what I might have seen. I was told in a very offhand way that the back stairs were haunted. No one knew why, although the building was old, nobody had died in it, and anyway the original wooden stairs had been replaced with fire-resistant metal and concrete in the 1950s...