MasonM wrote about his ghost experience and it reminded me of something that happened to me about 12 years ago.
I used to help out a friend at the race track. I'm not a morning person and the very early starts (feeding began at 5 am) were rough on me. I met a guy who trained horses and we dated for a while.
One day I was staying at his place. I was really tired and that may have been the cause of what happened.
I was looking for my toothbrush and couldn't find it. I was kind of obsessed about it and gettingagitated and annoyed. But it was kind of like I was sleep walking. I remember talking to my boyfriend but it was like speaking through a daze or a bubble. Almost like a dream. And he was not helping me find it so I told him off. I said, "Just leave me alone and go walk your chestnut horse."
He was kind of puzzled. "I don't have a chestnut horse."
Then I got really angry. "You do. It has a blaze and a white hind foot and is in the third stall on the right." Then unimpressed with his denseness because how could he not know what horses he had I stomped off to the laundry room to find my toothbrush. I don't know why I went to the laundry room. It was dark and it never occured to me to turn on a light but I know I was alone because I could hear my boyfriend in the other room. The next thing I know there is a hand on my arm and I felt like I woke up. I realize that I'm not going to find my toothbrush and remembered that I don't like dark basements (a childhood thing). The touching part freaked me out a bit but wasn't really as scary as realizing I was in a dark laundry room.
Puzzled about what could have touched me, I asked my boyfriend if his father had passed away in the house. He freaked at me (I was insensitive I suppose but I didn't realize it was that touchy a subject). It turns out that he passed away in the laundry room from a heart attack and my boyfriend hadn't been able to save him. So he was pretty angry with having been reminded of that.
Okay. Now the freaky part. The boyfriend did NOT have a chestnut horse. Not until the next day. The next day an owner had a fight with his trainer and decided to walk his horse over to my boyfriend for training. Snap decision. No hint of that happening in track gossip. The horse was chestnut, blaze and white hindfoot. The stall was the same, too, but that was not so surprising to me as it was the only one he had left.
Boyfriend being Irish and really superstitious then freaks out and calls me all sorts of names like witch and freak. My response was along the lines of, "huh. Imagine that."
Anyway, maybe it was a ghost. Or maybe I was just so tired that my unconscious mind was unfettered by the conscious. I don't know. But to this day, it remains one of the freakiest experiences I have had.