Well here is my explaination for my ‘ghost’ phenomenons:
(Warning stories ahead)
Picture it, 1994, I was trying to sleep in my girlfriends bed while her parents were away. We had just had a night of hot steamy sex. As I’m attempting to fall asleep, I get a really damn erie sense of “DANGER! Danger Will Robinson!” I wake her up, tell her we are leaving her house. She asks why? I say, I feel bad mojo baby, yeah! She quizzes me on my bad feelings. I say it emanates from right before the stairs up to her room. She says, “OMGWTFBBQ! That’s where I used to hear ghosts running up into my room at night!” I say “W/EPOA9K!” We leave. We talk about the ghost on the way home and stuff. Many moons afterwards, like maybe one, I remember a story she told me a long while back about ghost and where they came from. I also remembered her shivering and freaking as we got near the bottom of the steps. On top of that, her father was a go’ole’boy who would have shot me 10 ways from Tuesday had he found me in her bed. Thus, my mind said “RUN! Forrest run!” So ghost? Probably not what I was feeling. I was convinced at the time. But all together, more likely mind tricks.
Picture it, 1996, I was doing a “ghost reading” for a friend. He said his house had been a speak-easy and a house of ill-repute. He wanted me to do a “ghost reading” for him to find and get rid of his ghosts. Why? Well, because I was studying psychology of course, duh! [Rolleyes^infinity] Also, while I had been talking to him at work, and we were discussing ghosts and strange phenomenon, I told him I have this bizarre thing about ghosts. My eyes water up and won’t stop if someone tells me a “ghost story” that my eyes decide is real enough to warrant watering. He says, “Neato-tordpedo! Here’s my story, Dorito!” So my eyes do a little watering, he says, “Friend, cure thee my house, hommie!” I say, “Sure, why not, I haven’t seen your house, cool.” So I go over, do my eye-watery thing, pick out the places where I think ghosts are, he freaks as “Those are the ghosts man!” He was toasty on the herb by this point in time. Of course, during my investigation, I also noticed him tensing up and getting nervous near the places where “Thar be ghost har, matey!” So, I did my best John Edward impression and said, “I see a letter, it’s a H… E… R… E! Here! Is that meaningful to you?” Of course, he ignored the four I got wrong. I did some mumbo-jumbo, planted some fun suggestions in his and his roommates minds. And they soon after had fun having orgies in their dreams with the fine lady ghosts.
Picture it, 2002, I was standing behind my parent’s house, smoking a smoke when I saw a ghost! “Egads! A ghost?” says I. I look in my sister’s room where my nephew was sleeping at the time. Instead, I see what looks to be my nephew standing in the window staring blankly out as a ghost is waving and shwishing around him. “Egads! I spy with my little eye, a ghost, possessing my nephew! Kind sir, I say, kind ghost, unhand him! Or rather, we will dual with pistols drawn at midnight!” The ghost did nothing but swirl about my nephews head. It was near midnight, after Thanksgiving, at my parent’s house, with a big moon up. I look closer and noticed something odd. My sister had a black-light and a strange swirling blue globe thing that she put in my nephew’s room for him to sleep. Indeed, she had brought it down for him. A plant was hung in the window, a new addition by my mother. A fan was blowing in the room, brought in by my mother, to blow on very light white curtains, a new addition by my mother as well. Also, a strange looking face was caused by, well, a giant group of spiders making whoopie in between the window and the torn screen. Altogether, it looked exactly like a dang ghost, especially when you were full and groggy.
So, how do I explain ghosts? I use actual real physical phenomenon to explain it all. One fun thing to do is to make UFOs in the sky. I’ve done it. People freak the freak out. It’s like making the crop circles and everyone going on and on about it.