My mother took a photograph of a ghost once. Well, her friend did.
This was when they were about twenty or so, and her friend lived in a big old victorian house. They were in her friends room, and her friend took a photo of my mum on the bed, and when it was developed, there was a faint, but distinct Victorian lady behind her.
When I was younger, I experimented a little in the occult, from meditation to other things. I must say, I experienced several highly strange, and slightly terrifying results, which ended with me never touching any of that stuff with a bargepole since.
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