I’m not usually one to believe in ghosts or the supernatural or the paranormal. Hell, I doubt the existence of God because I’m pretty rooted in science, and I tend to think there’s a scientific explanation for everything—whether we’re at the technological level of understanding various things is another story, but I haven’t gotten proof one way or another about whether God exists, so I stand firmly in the “undecided” category.
That said, I’m still really intrigued by the prospect of ghosts, and reading Meg’s experience launched me into an hourlong foray, scouring this site for the listings and descriptions of the haunted buildings in California—some of which I’ve actually been in and didn’t realize.
However, what came to mind afterwards was an experience my best friend and I had on our July 4th weekend excursion from Spokane to Denver. We had stopped off at some random rest stop at the side of the road in Wyoming, and to call this place a rest stop would be generous. It was a small parking lot with a giant map of Wyoming posted and two bathrooms in a building the size of my living room. Needless to say, we both ventured into the bathrooms, having consumed enough caffeinated beverages to drown a horde of rampaging Huns. The odd thing was that while we were both in the bathroom, we both swore we heard a cell phone go off, and the ringtone was a MIDI version of “The Safety Dance.” We both came out of the bathroom and looked around, but the place was deserted (as well it should be—we were in the Middle of Nowhere, Wyoming!). We both asked each other, “Did your cell phone go off while you were in the bathroom?” Of course, neither of us took a call while we were in there, and neither of our phones have “The Safety Dance” as a ringtone. To this day, it’s still unexplained.
OoooooooooooooooooOOOOOOOOOoooooooo… (That’s the spirits telling you to right-click and save as, or they’ll haunt you for all eternity.)