Originally posted by LongToothHorn: I'm a ghost agnostic.
I have no personal experience with ghosts, but I realize there could be things out there we don't understand. I wouldn't judge someone making a claim.
Closest I've come (maybe) is the day my father suddenly died in 2001. I was bouncing around my mom's house restlessly and in distress, looking for things to do and that needed to be taken care of. One of the things I latched onto that needed to be done was to change the litter in the cat box. I looked where the bag of litter always was in the garage, but it wasn't there. I looked in the shed - nope. Looked through the garage again - nope. In the house pantry and closets - nope. Mom said it was in the garage. I looked again - nope. Back out to the shed - nope. Back to the garage - holy crap, the bag of litter was sitting dead center in the middle of the garage, plain as day. I looked at it for about 2 minutes in silence, trying to hear my dad's cackling laughter at his little practical joke from the other side.....
Can't explain that one at all. I've thought that stress and grief plays tricks on your mind, and they certainly do, but I looked all over the garage multiple times. I feel it pretty damn unlikely I missed it sitting in the middle of the floor. I damn near tripped over it when it appeared.
I like to think he was there, watching me, chuckling at his little game of hide and seek. He was quite the joker in life. That the bag was sitting in one of his favorite places (the garage) where he spent a lot of time, and right next to the as-yet unfinished project he had been working on the day before he died....if my mind is playing tricks on me, I don't mind.
Miss my dad a ton. I don't think the edge on that pain will ever dull.
Edit: Just wanted to add that I'm as skeptical as they come. I'm the type of person who doesn't put much stock in things I can't experience sensorily or that I've never seen. I value logic and rationality. I've never seen a ghost (that I know of) or heard one or felt one or anything else. That said, I certainly do find certain places and people to be spooky, and I don't necessarily have any interest in spending the night in a cemetary or an allegedly haunted house/hotel just to prove a point. I guess I'd say I'm open to the possibility while maintaining a very healthy skepticism. But I profess that I don't have any rational explanation for what I experienced the day my dad died, above. And compared to some of the other stories on this thread, mine is decidedly tame and unexceptional.