I've felt the presence of ghosts before, but had never seen one; so naturally I questioned my eyesight. But then, about a month later, when I was getting ready to move, I saw the same ghost. I was down on the street watching my ex and one of his buddies stuff my futon into the truck. Looking up, I saw the same ghost standing in front of my refrigerator in the apartment. He stood there about three seconds, and then just vanished. After witnessing him for a second time, I decided this ghost was pretty damn real. Why he still hung around my apartment is anyone's guess--but there was a five-gallon bucket of stale Red Hook brew my roommate brought home and never drank.
Smells Like Kurt's Spirit