I just thought I would start a thread where people can share amusing paranormal incidents. I'll start with two:
The first one happened nearly thirty years ago, but I still remember it clearly. It was Winter, and bitterly cold. I was waiting for the bus at a city stop, with two or three other people. The street where we were waiting was downtown and there was a bank on the corner on our side of the street, about half a block away. There was another bank across the street from where the bus stop was.
I heard someone ranting in a loud, angry voice, and when I looked to see who was making such a fuss, I saw a man come out of the bank on the corner and start crossing the street, still ranting. What struck me, was his attire. He wore an old fashioned tuxedo kind of jacket, over a white shirt. (The term "boiled shirt" came to me, which I later looked up.) Along with his shirt and dinner jacket, he wore a pair of pink boxer shorts, and some kind of weird socks held up by little gators below each knee. I know that he wore shoes, but I don't recall what they looked like. Just when I wondered why on earth this man was walking around dressed like that in the cold weather, he crossed the street and walked through the wall of the other bank! I looked at the other people waiting there, and each wore a completely blank expression, as if they had seen nothing. I asked a woman, "Did you see that? And she answered, "See what?" That was when I realized that I had seen a ghost.
The second one happened just two or three months ago. I was just drifting off to sleep, when I heard a man's voice, right in my ear, saying, "How's it going, Sweetie?" I didn't bother to answer, because I could tell that this could get annoying if I played into it. But I thought it was funny - didn't this ghost see my husband lying right next to me? After I started praying to St. Michael, I didn't hear from whomever that was again.
The first one happened nearly thirty years ago, but I still remember it clearly. It was Winter, and bitterly cold. I was waiting for the bus at a city stop, with two or three other people. The street where we were waiting was downtown and there was a bank on the corner on our side of the street, about half a block away. There was another bank across the street from where the bus stop was.
I heard someone ranting in a loud, angry voice, and when I looked to see who was making such a fuss, I saw a man come out of the bank on the corner and start crossing the street, still ranting. What struck me, was his attire. He wore an old fashioned tuxedo kind of jacket, over a white shirt. (The term "boiled shirt" came to me, which I later looked up.) Along with his shirt and dinner jacket, he wore a pair of pink boxer shorts, and some kind of weird socks held up by little gators below each knee. I know that he wore shoes, but I don't recall what they looked like. Just when I wondered why on earth this man was walking around dressed like that in the cold weather, he crossed the street and walked through the wall of the other bank! I looked at the other people waiting there, and each wore a completely blank expression, as if they had seen nothing. I asked a woman, "Did you see that? And she answered, "See what?" That was when I realized that I had seen a ghost.
The second one happened just two or three months ago. I was just drifting off to sleep, when I heard a man's voice, right in my ear, saying, "How's it going, Sweetie?" I didn't bother to answer, because I could tell that this could get annoying if I played into it. But I thought it was funny - didn't this ghost see my husband lying right next to me? After I started praying to St. Michael, I didn't hear from whomever that was again.
