Ghosts! For real?

It's the Spooky season.

Let's tell some ghost stories!

So, I don't really believe in ghosts. Or visiting aliens. Or cryptids. 

That said, I really love hearing and reading scary stories. Or stories

about "true" mysteries like Mothman or alien abductions or Men in Black.

I adore horror movies.

However, I do have two instances of strange events I can't

readily explain. And, this is the first time I'm talking about either of them.

The first happened my senior year of high school. I was at the

Sheaffer Pen building with some members of the choir.

We were singing for the workers, I guess, the details are fuzzy.

What isn't fuzzy is that while we were singing, I got a tap on my

right shoulder. There was a shelf behind me, and whatever

had touched me must have moved really quick because

I didn't see anyone. Except for my fellow singers, all facing forward and

making no indication that they had moved towards me.

This incident has stuck with me ever since, because I can't explain

what happened.

The second instance was just this year.

In my bedroom, standing by my bed, looking at my cell phone,

as we all do occasionally.

Without warning something drops next to my left foot.

It's the same sensation you get when a heavy book

is dropped near you. A puff of air, loud thud.

But there was no book. I wasn't carrying a book.

There are books all over my house, but none that were

in a position to drop by my feet. And, besides, there was

no book at my feet. The loud thud and puff of air

certainly felt real. It is unnerving to not have an

explanation for what happened. 

I'm still somewhat sure there are reasonable

explanations for both of these experiences.

But, until then, they're mysteries to me.

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