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Now for something goose-pimple-inducing that doesn't involve Medicine...
If you answered yes to all of the above questions, you must have serious thrill issues. Most of the people I know who can say "I see...dead people" deplore their gift. But I know one person who would love to have a close encounter of the third kind with anything paranormal. That's unusual; I love ghost stories too, but put me face-to-face with a real apparition and I'd probably faint. On the other hand, Ian (not my Tomato) would probably thrust a hand out to the befuddled ghost and introduce himself. He was used to driving home very late in the evening. He lived a fair distance away from his girlfriend's house, and used a route that consisted mostly of dark winding streets. To keep himself awake and preoccupied, he listened to the news or sang along to the songs belting out from his radio. One night, he got home late as usual. The gate was open, but the front door was locked. He parked his car in the garage and knocked on the door. His mother opened the door for him, froze for a few seconds, then hustled him wordlessly inside.
It was only on the following night, while he was driving home, that his mother texted him the explanation for her weird behavior. Upon opening the door for him the previous night, she had seen a lady with an open umbrella standing by his car. The lady was quite distinct, from her face to her dress. Then, she had disappeared. His mother was quite convinced that he had brought the ghost home with him. In his car. Needless to say, no amount of singing or listening to the news could prevent him from nervously checking his mirror every few seconds that night. (As told by my Tomato himself)
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