Okay, let’s be John Mulaney eating Triscuits with his mom as we slog out of September: you ever seen a ghost?

(I have had two supernatural experiences, one was definitely ghosts and one was God, who is kind of a ghost.)

Okay, people, tell us.

(This doesn’t count my great-great-uncle Patrick bc he only haunts houseguests at the familial farm and mom redid that guest room and he got insulted and....ghosted...on us.)

This is the one who walked home drunk from the saloon and got squished by a train and then amused himself in death by humming “I’ve Been Working On the Railroad” as guests fall asleep. They ALWAYS bring it up at breakfast and we’re like “oh sorry that was Patrick, harmless.”

95% of ghosts are sleep paralysis but I still want to know your stories.