Among the strange things that have happened to me, friends and relatives, was what I would call an angel not a ghost.
Well some friends and I were at the railroad tracks, talking and watching trains go by, as we decided what to do that night. It was a little gravel area by the main tracks and a siding and a road.
My friends said I was white as a sheet. I was looking across the road at a middle aged bald man wearing a blue jumpsuit and headphones. He was jogging, looked at me smiled, waved, and when he got to the siding, disappeared.
We all walked over to where he disappeared, at that point a drunk driver came down the hill and missed the curve just missing hitting our cars, and wrecked where we had been standing seconds before.
My mother saw her great-grandfather the night her grandfather died.
A friend of my brother's had stories that would curl your hair. The best was George. His own son shot him in the house she was living in. As he was dying he got hung up in the light. George did not like her ex, and her boyfriend thought she was nuts, till he was over
one night when the ex came by. After he left plates flew from the kitchen and smashed against the door.
George also liked to visit, and was a practical joker.