zarabia
Dor-Lomin
May 26 2013, 8:08am
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In many cases I'm sceptical, but I'm open to the possibility of something we don't yet understand
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So, yes, I believe in something. I do believe that many so called paranormal experiences have rational, mundane explanations, which, combined with hallucinations, over-active imaginations, seemingly ubiquitous swamp gas, and people just makin’ stuff up, likely make up the majority of ghost stories. But there are too many reasonable, reliable people who have experienced “something” to dismiss the paranormal altogether. Like others have said, I believe that there are phenomena that we just aren’t equipped to explain yet. Some theoretical physicists say that we live in a multi-verse, and that the other universes may not be out there somewhere, but right in front of us. We can’t see them because they are in a different dimension. So, what if what we experience as a ghost is a being from another universe bleeding through a weak area in the fabric of the universe? I’m just spit-balling here, I’m not saying this is what I actually believe, just an idea.  
Anyway, I have a ghost story. More than likely it’s one of those with a mundane explanation, but it has confounded me for years: My sister and I were walking along the medieval wall around the city of York. Normally the wall is pretty crowded with tourists, but this particular section was empty except for the two of us. We were strolling along taking in the surrounding beauty when I heard fast approaching footsteps. I didn’t want to feel rushed so when we came to a turret where the walkway widens, I pulled my sister aside to let this person pass…there was no one there. Hmmm, okay, I guessed I had just been hearing our footsteps echoing off the distant buildings. Off we went again. We seemed to have the wall to ourselves again, then distant footsteps getting closer and closer. Somebody was quickly overtaking us. Again I stepped aside at the next turret, fully expecting to see someone in a hurry…again there was no one there. We set off again with me listening carefully for footfalls. I heard the echo of our steps bouncing off the buildings, but nothing else. Then, after about a minute, distant footsteps. This time I was sure it was another tourist, I had accounted for the echoes, so this had to be a person. I could even feel the impatience of this person as he/she quickly gained on us. I pulled my sister aside to let this rude person pass. No one! And there’s no place to hide along those walls. Was it some trick of sound? Probably, but I don’t know how it could sound like it was in the distance and then get closer and louder in addition to the natural echoes we heard.
"The question isn't where, Constable, but when." - Inspector Spacetime
(This post was edited by zarabia on May 26 2013, 8:15am)
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