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2003

whilst enjoying a relaxing evening lazing around one of my friend's houses, i slipped whilst playing with my new penknife, slicing open my hand. i rushed to the bathroom to wash away the blood. i then lifted my head to look in the mirror when i saw a white figure of a woman behind me. of course this shocked me and i ran to tell my friend. who returned to the bathroom and could not see anything and it was only my imagination. this i wish it was as a week later we attempted an ouiji board to try and discover if the woman inhabiting my friend's bathroom was indeed a genuine spectre. our discoveries were far from conclusive but i remained adament over what i had seen. it was not until months later that the spectre was seen again, this time in the subconscious mind of my other friend who returned to the house days later to find a blood smeared mirror with the words 'get out'. this was far from acceptable in the eyes of my friend who sold the house as quickly as possible and has never been back since.

While at college, my friend and I worked on the school magazine. We would have to drive out to the printer's shop very late night, returning as late as 4 or so in the morning. Just about every time we drove back in these wee hours of the morning, we would see a shrouded figure along the side of the road, almost always in the same exact spot (just as we were entering town, coming from a very rural area). It was hard to discern anything about the person, other than it was someone dressed in a long rain coat (it didn't matter if it was raining out or not). If we drove too slow or kept our high beams on, the figure would never appear. And we never saw anything in our rear view mirrors after we passed the person ... or ghost?