I first learned about the phenomenon from Gil and Jerwin while we were meeting in my office a couple of weeks back.
Art, the photographer at the Marketing Department, had apparently been taking pictures of the varsity teams for posterity. One particular picture, when downloaded to a PC, had everyone’s eyebrows shooting upwards.
The picture was of the table tennis team, taken at the HLS. In the picture, there was a man behind one of the players who Art swears wasn’t there when the picture was taken.
Gil was having goose bumps just telling me about it…
I have seen the picture both on Art’s digital camera and in a PC at the Athletics Office. Yes, the picture has made the rounds.
I still don’t quite know what to make of it. In the downsized picture I am posting, it will definitely look like someone from the other side wanted to be captured as well for posterity.
And the HLS, well, everyone who has been associated with the school knows that stories abound of things that go bump in the night, if not in the HLS itself, then in the adjoining gymnasium.
I myself would like to think there is a technical explanation to this. I mean, and I am by no means an expert in the paranormal, but what I know is that those in the afterlife supposedly use some form of static electricity to manifest themselves in the material world.
Zoomed to its full size, the picture shows the edge of the man’s head – the one behind the player – in a somewhat translucent state. This is consistent with what I would expect, if indeed, the captured image belongs to the realm of the paranormal.
Yet the man’s face was completely opaque, covering entirely the steel pipe and stage curtains behind. Not very ethereal at all…
That said, I am making no conclusions. The last thing I need would be for the entity – if, indeed, it was one – to accost me at the HLS on my way out one evening just to prove his existence.
But I did tell Art this story which happened a couple of weeks after my Mom was laid to rest. The still of the night was broken by what sounded like someone knocking on my door.
Mom, I initially thought… All the while telling myself that I should not be scared if my own Mom came to check on me before she hitched a ride into the white light…
But if it was Mom, she was starting to get on my nerves as the knocking became more persistent. Because I couldn’t sleep, I finally steeled myself to get up, turn on the lights and open the door.
Therefore, I said to Art, there was no point in scaring himself unnecessarily over something that, in most probability, had a perfectly logical explanation.
Except that, in the case of Art’s ghost, nobody has yet come up with one…
[This story was first published on Facebook on 12 May 2008.]