There was a really bad storm that came through the neighborhood when I was young. My father and I would stand outside on the porch and watch them come in (yeah, I'm a Midwesterner and a storm chaser to boot, shameless plug www.ruminationofthunder.com). It was a dark night and lots of brilliant lightning. It may have been the way the lightning was making shadows move around the park, but about half a block from my house, standing behind a tree watching us was a large man. I saw him twice from two big lightning strikes, then he was gone. I pointed it out to my parents but they never saw him.
For me, that was the least personal of my ghost experiences.
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I'm a native Southern Missouri girl. Wow, I miss that weather! Dark clouds, lightening and the smell of something dangerous on the horizon..good times! Glad to be following!
ReplyDeleteDid I ever tell you about the time I had a man hanging out around my apartment -- AFTER he had committed suicide?
ReplyDeleteJust hanging around . . . no.
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