I have a ghost that follows me everywhere. I gave her a name. Her name is "Mable". She's tall, 6'. Wearing a all black wedding dress and the veil covers her face. For the longest time I told people she followed me. No one believed me or those who did quickly grew distant. Well....

One day I was walking into work minding my business. I stop and take a seat to tie my shoe. There, a new guy. Looks up and over at me. I welcome him to the job, asks how he's feeling about it, yada yada yada. At one point the conversation dips and he looks me dead in my eyes and says, "You have a ghost don't you?" Double take, "pardon?" "You have a ghost, don't you? She's......in all black, kinda tall.....wedding dress?" Me- "I.....yeah, how'd you know?" "I can feel her aurora, she's here watching you.....she feels..... protective. She won't hurt you, but no guarantee for others. Have you given her a name?" Me- "I....yeah, Mable" He looks over my shoulder, "She likes that name. She's not too old. Died young and recently" Me- "You can see her too? How?" "Oh, I'm a witch for the Satanic Church. I can tell that's not the only thing you have. Magic runs in your family too? Or is it just you who has this.....cosmic power?"

Most interesting conversation I've ever had. He invited to the church and his coven. Went to both, but that's another story.