My wife and I were driving Highway 299 over to the Northern CA coast to visit my parents one weekend and I SWEAR I saw a ghostly figure in the road. It was around 8 PM and it had gotten dark and we were coming around a corner in a place called Hawkins Bar. We were just passing a small bar-type establishment when I saw a blue, hazy shape about 4 feet tall in our lane. The first thing I thought was that it might have been some exhaust from a car, since it was cold outside. The problem is, there weren't any cars in the vicinity.
Then I thought that it might be a small patch of fog. As we came closer to it, I expected my headlights to shine bright on it, like headlights tend to do when shining into fog. It didn't happen. We ended up driving right through it, with it disappearing as we drove into it.
I was going about 50 so I didn't have much time to scope it out much but I had this nagging sensation that it resembled a little girl. Unfortunately, my wife didn't even see it, which is weird because it was on her side of the car.
I've come to the conclusion that I don't need ghosts. I'm the kind of person who wakes up and sees weird shit. I've seen everything from a head coming out of my dart board to a hand rising out of my shelves. I've seen NUMEROUS snakes, bats, mice, etc. There will be times where I see people in my room. It usually take a couple of minutes for the images to go away.
Funny Story #1:
My wife and I were living in an apartment and we always like to have an oscillating fan running for a) white noise and b) cooling purposes. Since my wife doesn't like having the cool air blow on her, the fan stays on my side of the bed. One night, I remember waking up and seeing an intruder at the foot of the bed on my side. I freaked out and kicked at the fan in an attempt to ward off the intruder. I heard a yelp and my wife asked me what the hell I was doing. After I realized it was her, I went back to sleep. In the morning, I surveyed the damage. Apparently, I had snapped the fan portion off of the base with my kick and sent the fan flying about 3 feet into my poor wife. DOH!
Funny Story #2:
About a week after we got our Yorkie puppy, we decided to let him sleep with us in our bed. Well, about 2 AM, I woke up and saw a sniper in the room. I freaked out and ran into our closet. Totally forgetting about my wife, I shut the closet door. Well, the dog starts flipping out and my wife starts yelling. Once I realized that I was just seeing things, I opened the door to see my wife changing the sheets on the bed. Apparently, I had scared the dog so much, he pissed himself.
I've had so many weird experiences in my sleep it's not even funny. Well, sometimes it is.