Anyone who knows me knows that I am one of the biggest skeptics out there, often fighting back the urge to roll my eyes when someone wants to tell me a “true” experience with the paranormal. To this, I usually scoff. Despite my skepticism and a recent freaky experience (click here to read that), I used to be a believer in all things paranormal and never batted an eye when someone related their story/experience to me. But, after years of nothing “happening”, lack of evidence (even while on “bonafide” ghost hunts) and just a growing interest in science and logic, ghosts and spirits became more of a thing of fairy-tales to me, mere campfire stories. True, I would like (love) to believe in the existence of ghosts but I find myself fighting that urge. It is something hard to do being that I am virtually surrounded by believers, each making their case only to be met by a counter-argument. My argument is usually simple and to the point, “Show me the evidence.” A weak argument? Yes, but effective.
One night after spending some time at my parents house, my wife and I decided to take the scenic route home instead of the highway. It would be cliché to say that it was about midnight so for the sake of avoiding an entourage of rolling eyes, let’s say it was about 11:30 PM (it was, I swear!). As “luck” would have it, there was a slight mist that night. Commence rolling eyes! But, really, I swear I’m telling the truth.
A few moments later in a stretch of dark road, something crossed the road. Thinking it was some numb-nut in a drunken stupor, I turned on my high beams. Needless to say, the figure ahead remained dark. My wife also took notice and asked me what the hell it was. Of course, my mind scanned the countless possibilities and searched for something, primarily reason and logic. Unfortunately, I could not come up with a conclusion and brushed it off as “one of those things”.
Despite my lack of any understanding of what had just taken place, I could not attribute the night’s events to something paranormal. I simply could not say that I saw a ghost or a shadow person. Yes, it was a shadow but in reality, I really don’t know what the hell I saw. Saying that it was a ghost would be the easy way out. Now, had I stopped and stepped out of my vehicle and “investigated” further I may have been able to deduce the numerous possibilities and may have been left scratching my head. But, I didn’t, and so it will remain a mystery and a pretty decent story to tell friends and family.
Of course, the ride home was long and had to ease my wife a little being that she does believe in things that go bump in the night. Why did the shadow cross the road? Yes, all the makings of a bad joke.
What made this “occurrence” even more interesting was that I just so happened to be reading a book at the time entitled, True Haunting by Edwin F. Becker and in the book I read something that grabbed my attention. It was something that described, to the “T”, exactly what we had seen that night. It read:
We encountered a serious spirit that I will only describe as a black, dense, shadow-like presence.
A serious spirit? I don’t know about that. But a dark, dense, shadow-like presence? Yes. Validation? Not really, but it certainly gave my wife the chills… and me.