When I lived in north Carolina I worked HVAC. We were at a Elementary school wrapping up for the day. My duty was to check all the rooms we'd worked in and collect any tools and ladders.
Long story short - last hall in the school. Long, and curved. Like half of a circle. I'm walking and I hear high heels behind me. I stop. Listen. Nothing.
I start walking again. High heels walking behind. I stop. Turn around and I hear the high heels leave the hallway I was occupying.
Another instance: my girlfriend at the time had bought me a super nice keyboard for my birthday. Anyway, I'm home after school. I jump on the keyboard - had been thinking about it all day. I begin playing. Learning to create by ear.
I start playing and find this melody in my tinkering. I begin working it. I s*** you not; I feel this presence enter the room behind me. It sits on our bed - listening. I never turned around and kept playing. But I know it was there. My girl wouldn't be home for a few hours yet. When I stopped playing, it got up, and left. I felt it leave.
Another time before that, I'm at my pad. I'm hot on this script - deep diving. I was in college at the time for video production and creative writing.
Anyway, I'll never forget the line of dialogue I was writing when I looked down at my fingertips. No bulls***: all ten of them were covered in blood. The line of dialogue I was writing said, "Jesus, Mary and Joseph! "
I was checking my nose, thinking maybe I'd been picking it too hard or some s***. Nothing.. I couldn't explain it. I don't even remember picking my fuking nose to begin with. And certainly not with every finger on my hands.
I figured it happened for one of two reasons:
1)For the line of dialogue I'd written.
2)There's a saying that goes, "write until your fingers bleed. " Well, I definitely had done that.
Do I believe in Ghosts? I do. But I inherently know not to fear them.