I don't really believe in all this stuff,
but there has been once incident that left me slightly shaken.

I was 13, in my final year of prep school, and the father of one of my classmates had died about a week previously.

Myself and another classmate were walking from the library to our classroom during lessons, to get something. No-one else was around, they were all still in class. Well, there was one other person. An old(ish) man, with a white beard, sports jacket and corduroy trousers was walking quickly across the playing fields at the front of the school. My friend and I stopped at the same time, looked at each other, and simultaneously said "that looks like Dan's (the grieving classmate) father". He was the spitting image of him, and was wearing exactly the same outfit that he always had. We looked back, but he'd vanished.

That spooked me out for a bit, but then the cynical part of me kicked back in with cold hard logic: this was in Cambridge. It's full of old(ish) men in sports jackets with beards. Hell, my father dresses like that. And our school was next to the University Library. So it was almost certainly just another identikit academic taking a short cut through the school. But a tiny part of me is still saying "what if...?"
(The Empress it seems you CAN polish a turd!, Thu 3 Jul 2008, 11:08, Reply)