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Good thread, thanks! My true "ghost" story is this. In the mid 1970's I was at a seminar for Henry David Thoreau enthusiasts. Staying at the Concord Academy, which as I recall was one of his homes in the town, my room was a very small one on the 4th floor. One morning I woke up and found that the name "Henry", in Thoreau's distinctive handwriting, was clearly written in ink on the palm of my hand. Half awake I looked at it and tried to think how it had gotten there. Maybe I had pressed my hand down on wet ink -then realized it was written forwards, not in reverse. Maybe I wrote it in my sleep, then realized it was written on my right palm (being right-handed, I couldn't write left handed if I tried). I finally wondered if someone snuck into the room and wrote it on my hand as a prank, then realized that the door to the room was still locked from the inside, and no one could get in the fourth floor window in the room. I went downstairs where the other seminar attendees were having breakfast, held up my hand and asked who wrote that. Of course everyone was a little surprised at such an odd question! To this day I can't find a logical reason for it.