This thread got me thinking about the old "bloody mary" story. When I was a young kid, I believed in ghost, as an adult I do not. Either way- that story scared the hell out of me and I never had the guts to speak the "bloody mary" three times in a mirror when I heard it (about age 6).
Driving into work (it's a long drive so I get bored), it occurred to me that at the ripe old age of 45 I STILL hadn't dared speak her name, so, using my rear view mirror as a substitute, I finally summoned the courage to do it. I had several things going for me- for example, it was daylight, and I didn't have a candle, but on the other hand, I WAS driving a car, so if she attacked me the stakes could be higher. I also have 45 years of pragmatic pessimism on my side- for example, that's an old story. If there was any truth in it there should be a whole slew of dead kids with gouged out eyes keeled over in their bathrooms. You would definitely hear about that in the news.
So I called out her name, laughed at myself, and she never appeared. Seeing nothing, I tried it again with some provocative explicatives to really conjur her presence. It still didn't work.
It's funny that even though I don't believe in this type of stuff, the childhood story was so ingrained in my psyche I had to do a double take to pull it off.
On the other hand, I didn't do it in a dark room with a mirror and candle, so it wasn't entirely scientific.
Anyhow this thread made me go look for pics to see if I have ever inadvertently captured a ghost- I got a "hit" at three pics in:
