It seems to me one of the problems we have when discussing ghosts is similar to a problem we have discussing God. We all know the popular image of ghosts. We’ve seen the movies and read the stories. Thus, almost any attempt to contemplate and debate the issue is marred by these images: white sheets, unfinished earth business, evil, lost souls, automatic writing, etc. It gets pretty easy to snicker at and dismiss the entire concept of ghosts because of how ridiculous it all starts to sound.
I don’t know how to explain what I saw on the Appalachian Trail. I think to call it “coincidence” doesn’t explain everything. I’d never seen anything I took to be supernatural until that event. I had never heard any stories regarding ghosts on the Appalachian trail or at its shelters until that event. Why, then, does the one time in my life when I see what seems to me to be a supernatural entity does it turn out to be almost exactly like what many others have reportedly seen–independent of me-- at the very same spot?
I don’t know if it was a “ghost”? But it was something that I could not and cannot explain. Most probably it has nothing to do with the cold spots, visions, etc. that others have reported. Yet we lump them all under the term “ghost” and wonder why the composite result looks laughable.
When I get up the nerve I’m going to hike back up to the Punchbowl Shelter again and spend the night. If the thing comes back again, I’ll at least be certain. But I’m not sure what I’ll be certain of.