one time i was staying at my great-great grandmother's house (still in the family after all these years) by myself. one night I was sitting out on the front porch blazing away (smoked at least 3-4 grams in about an hour (really good shit too). I was about half way through a joint when I glanced across the porch and saw someone sitting in a rocking chair. i didn't think anything of it at first (I was blazed out of my mind) but then I realized that there shouldn't be anyone else there besides myself, so I looked again. No one was in the chair, but it was still rocking like someone had just gotten up. Was it a ghost? Maybe. I think that if you can't prove a theory wrong, you can't say that its not real. Prove to me that ghosts aren't real and maybe I'll agree with you.