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- From: wolfgang@nosc.mil (Lewis E. Wolfgang)
- Subject: My Own Ghost Story
- Message-ID: <1992Dec23.225331.9315@nosc.mil>
- Sender: usenet@nosc.mil (Network News)
- Reply-To: wolfgang@nosc.mil
- Organization: NCCOSC, NRaD Division
- Date: Wed, 23 Dec 1992 22:53:31 GMT
- Lines: 65
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- Hi,
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- Let me preface my story with a little bit about myself. I
- am 46 years old, have never subscribed to an organized religion,
- have worked for 28 years in a highly technical/scientific envi-
- ronment, subscribe to Scientific American and The Skeptical
- Inquirer, and up until five years ago didn't believe in ghosts.
- Now I am not so sure. We have all heard ghost stories from
- friends, and I always explained them away as "blots of mustard,
- bits of cheese". I can't explain my story away that way, and
- now I confess to some internal puzzlement.
-
- It was about 9:30 PM in Chula Vista, California (a suburb of
- San Diego). The evening was clear with the temperature being
- about 65 degrees F. My wife and I drove our 1985 Toyota Van (the
- one with the big windshield) to the local supermarket and parked
- approximately in the middle of the lot. The parking area was
- well lit with mercury vapor lamps (the kind that give off white
- light, not these yellow-dim-bug-lights that are in use now).
-
- As we walked back to van with my wife beside me I looked up
- and saw a woman sitting in the drivers seat of OUR van. Thinking
- non-verbally and quickly my train of thought went thusly: "Opps,
- danger, wait, automatic burglar alarm turned on, hmm, how did she
- get in, couldn't, must be mistake". The woman was wearing a
- loose fitting white garment. She was illuminated by the pole-
- mounted mercury lamps and did not glow internally.
-
- As I thought "this must be mistake" I started to look clos-
- er. My wife on my left then made a sound that could be described
- as "Oof... oof... oof". I glanced in her direction to see what
- she was oofing about and saw that she had an incredulous look on
- her face and was pointing at our van. Up until this point I
- didn't say anything to her about what I saw. I then thought
- "Whups, waz-up" and looked back to the van. It was now empty.
-
- We cautiously approached the van and it was indeed empty.
- The burglar alarm was armed and the seat was cold. We talked
- about what we had seen and even walked back to where we had first
- seen her to see if it was a reflection off of the large wind-
- shield. Try as we could, we could not re-create the effect.
-
- For me, this was a significant event beyond the fact that it
- happened to me first hand. My wife made an independent, contem-
- poraneous observation of what I had seen! This precludes the
- obvious explanations for what we saw and I am convinced that we
- did see something. My wife, who is from the Philippines, claims
- to have seen many ghosts (stories for another day) and says that
- this one looked like an old friend of her's who had the misfor-
- tune of dying 10 days prior to our sighting. My wife was dis-
- traught in that she didn't learn of the death until after the
- burial and felt that she didn't have a chance to properly say
- good-bye.
-
- Could this have been "the last good-bye"? If so, why in a
- Toyota van?
-
- Luck,
- Lewie
- wolfgang@nosc.mil
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