Well, I don't buy it but it's something to read how someone strives to find an explanation. Yes O'Donnell's was better. Thought-forms.
"...ghosts are projections of the minds of those who are subconsciously unable to cope with the loss of a friend or family member..."
I will not tell every ghost story I've experienced and bore you all but speaking of that explanation above, how about this, which happened to me 7 years ago:
My husband and I decided to go to Springerville, Az, Nelson Resevoir to be exact and to go fishing (well, HE came up with the idea, I went along with it, lol).
It's a five hour drive from Phoenix. We were late leaving and arrived in Springerville at 9pm in a howling dust storm. Springerville has one main street, creatively named 'Main Street' and we made a left turn onto it engaging in light conversation.
We headed straight down Main Street to our hotel, 2 blocks away on the same road, with the plan to go fishing in the morning. It was night and as I said the dust was blowing like mad straight across the road. On either side of the road was an alley, which dissected the road, unpaved dirt. There was a column of brown dust swirling and blowing across the road in a kind of wall in front of us about a half a block away.
In the middle of this brown wall centered in the road was a glowing white form, as if it were made of moonlight. The form was floating above the road.
My husband said to me, "Do you see that? It's a GHOST".
Because I'm the one always interested in ghosts you'd think I'd think and say that. But I didn't. I looked around for a street light to cast the shape, which was a vague shape of a human and the same size. There really was no source for the light at all.
As the car got nearer to it and were about to hit it, I started thinking 'what if it suddenly is inside with us?' but it undulated side to side and faded away inches from the hood.
It happened on May 5th. Next year we went up there again, thinking maybe it would repeat itself. It didn't.
Next day we had breakfast out and told our waitress the story, she said "That was the day of the terrible accident" The town is small and that was very memorable. She said to go to the local office of the paper, they'd likely give us a copy.
Amazingly to me they did give us a copy of the paper that had the article about the accident the waitress said happened last summer. We read in it that a young man, about 22, stole a car in Phoenix at gunpoint and drove to Eagar, next town over, got drunk in a bar and left driving over 100 mph. The police pursued him and the chase led down Main street, where he went out of control and crashed into a metal light pole, right next to the same spot where we saw the ghost. That accident happened only the night before we got there, but of course we did not know that till the following year.
It was actually thrilling, but that spot also happened to be next to our hotel. Needless to say, I slept poorly, thinking I might see a ghost there, too. I didn't.
Btw; Good name, Boris
"...ghosts are projections of the minds of those who are subconsciously unable to cope with the loss of a friend or family member..."
I will not tell every ghost story I've experienced and bore you all but speaking of that explanation above, how about this, which happened to me 7 years ago:
My husband and I decided to go to Springerville, Az, Nelson Resevoir to be exact and to go fishing (well, HE came up with the idea, I went along with it, lol).
It's a five hour drive from Phoenix. We were late leaving and arrived in Springerville at 9pm in a howling dust storm. Springerville has one main street, creatively named 'Main Street' and we made a left turn onto it engaging in light conversation.
We headed straight down Main Street to our hotel, 2 blocks away on the same road, with the plan to go fishing in the morning. It was night and as I said the dust was blowing like mad straight across the road. On either side of the road was an alley, which dissected the road, unpaved dirt. There was a column of brown dust swirling and blowing across the road in a kind of wall in front of us about a half a block away.
In the middle of this brown wall centered in the road was a glowing white form, as if it were made of moonlight. The form was floating above the road.
My husband said to me, "Do you see that? It's a GHOST".
Because I'm the one always interested in ghosts you'd think I'd think and say that. But I didn't. I looked around for a street light to cast the shape, which was a vague shape of a human and the same size. There really was no source for the light at all.
As the car got nearer to it and were about to hit it, I started thinking 'what if it suddenly is inside with us?' but it undulated side to side and faded away inches from the hood.
It happened on May 5th. Next year we went up there again, thinking maybe it would repeat itself. It didn't.
Next day we had breakfast out and told our waitress the story, she said "That was the day of the terrible accident" The town is small and that was very memorable. She said to go to the local office of the paper, they'd likely give us a copy.
Amazingly to me they did give us a copy of the paper that had the article about the accident the waitress said happened last summer. We read in it that a young man, about 22, stole a car in Phoenix at gunpoint and drove to Eagar, next town over, got drunk in a bar and left driving over 100 mph. The police pursued him and the chase led down Main street, where he went out of control and crashed into a metal light pole, right next to the same spot where we saw the ghost. That accident happened only the night before we got there, but of course we did not know that till the following year.
It was actually thrilling, but that spot also happened to be next to our hotel. Needless to say, I slept poorly, thinking I might see a ghost there, too. I didn't.
Btw; Good name, Boris
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