I wrote it off as an artifact of my fallible human mind.
Real as life, one moment. And in another, just a memory.
It's BS, even if I observe it, unless I can repeat it and document it.
/johnny
If it's ever for something important, I hope you have to good sense to listen even though your "wise" analytical brain tells you "it's nonsense." Even if you can't understand where it's coming from. I wonder how many people are dead or in trouble because they ignored mysterious communication of some oncoming event, versus people better off because they listened?
I paraphrase Steinbeck -- God works His wonders in strange and mysterious ways. Don't try to second-guess -- just accept them with thanks.
Although I'm not talking ghosts in particular -- I've never seen a ghost that I know of. But it is a very strange thing to hear over the course of a few months, during plain daylight hours, the refrigerator door open and close, or the front screen door bang open, as you are putting on makeup in the mirror in a house you think is empty; you stick your head past the doorjamb to glance into the kitchen and toward the front porch in immediate response to see who's home ... nobody's there nor been there ... you start to think you're nuts.
Until you find out that other people living in the home were experiencing the same thing but afraid to talk about it because they thought they were nuts. Noises and falling shelves begin to center around one of those people, in fact, which is how the topic came to the open.
No "chemical jacking of perceptions," here. These were straight college girls room-mating in sprawling '50s era family tract home. If you are correct, the human mind is indeed so fallible that one is insane to ever count on it at all.
Meh! {^) God bless you and keep you, Johnny! I know He does!