Aren’t you the person from the other thread that doesn’t even believe in aliens? If you won’t even accept that, then ghosts have got to be a bridge too far.
Anyway, I have had one encounter that I can’t explain. My college roommate died of a heart attack when he was 40 ish. One night in the middle of the night about six years ago I woke up in the middle of the night for no particular reason.
I sat up in bed, which I never do. Why I did that night, I don’t know. All of a sudden from the right side of the room appeared my roommate. He proceeded to walk past me from right to left, cackling the whole way in a bellowing laugh, as if he knew he was fucking with me. Which is exactly something he would do. He’s that kind of guy. It’s almost like he decided to fuck with me that night just to see my reaction. After a few seconds of this he disappeared into the wall to my left.
To just preempt the questions, yes I was awake. I was not dreaming. I sat there for a few minutes, thought about how weird that was, then laid back down and went to sleep. I never once questioned what I’d seen. I know what I saw.