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I Believe in Ghosts (Part 1)

The White Lady

As a scientist, I am train to seek testable hypotheses to account for observable phenomena. As a human being, I have biases due to past experiences. Logic tells me that there are no such things as ghosts, but beliefs have nothing to do with logic. Yes, I believe in ghosts, because I have seen them—ummm, her—because I have seen her… Twice!

Both occasions occurred while I was a child, of about 8 years old. We lived in a four-story apartment building. The bottom floor had offices for dentists and doctors, while the top three floors housed families with other little kids. It was a quaint lifestyle. Everyone knew each other and everything about the building.

One morning, during a game of hide-and-seek, two friends and I hid in an abandoned section of the building. It was abandoned due to a wall collapse and there were boulders and debris everywhere. “The perfect hiding place!”, we thought, “No one will think to look for us here.” Mainly, because the children were warned never to go there. As the three of us crouched down, next to a wall that was facing the hallway, in the darkness, looking towards the only entrance for signs of whomever was the seeker at the time, something caught the corner of my eye. Something in the darkness, about 10 feet to our right. The image of her is still vivid, more than 20 years later.

Floating in the air, a pale figure in a tattered white dress reached out to us. At the time, my thoughts were only focused on myself and how scared I was at the time. I acted as any normal boy—I screamed! I screamed like a banshee and ran out into the hallway. I was panting, huffing, and puffing. I was scared out of my mind. Half a second later, I realized that the other two that were with me also came out screaming right next to me. Afraid that I was just hallucinating, I opted not to disclose on why I ran out. Thankfully, one of us finally said it, and the other and I confessed on what we had witnessed. We saw the same floating lady. We all screamed and ran when she reached out to us. We also vowed never to go back to the abandoned section of the building.

(Image by Katiya Rhode-Singh)

Another account in Part 2

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