Ghosts are an interesting topic of conversation. Some people do not believe for one moment that they actually exist, and assume that all people who DO believe in them are psychotic or demonic. Some people believe that they can see ghosts, talk with ghosts, photograph ghosts, and bottle ghosties up and sell them on e-bay.
I'm somewhere in between. I have seen evidence of their existence, but I have yet to actually see one. I've sensed them (mainly at battlefields or other historic sites), but I haven't really been scared of them. And then there's this theory floating around that I have a personal ghost.
According to Alex, my personal ghost is friendly but quiet and looks sort of like Mr. Clean. I have no knowledge of either his looks or his personality, but I do know one thing about him: He turns off orange lights. Seriously. If I am walking through a parking lot or driving down a freeway and there is an orange street light, it will turn off. I used to think this was weird; now I am just used to it. I cannot begin to count how many times I've been responsible for a parking lot light going out. It's very bizarre. And fitting, if you know anything about me and my love of the color orange. I'm not sure WHY he does this. I don't know if it's a warning or a greeting or a pat on the back. But I invite any of you to come take a walk with me sometime and keep an eye out for those disappearing orange lights!
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