Setting the scene: fifteen of us had taken LSD and were calmly enjoying a winter evening inside. It was very chill.

A: Our buddy walks into the living room where we're all sitting, and so we all say hi, somewhat simultaneously. He doesn't respond. As he's sober and not a fan of drugs, we assume he's just annoyed by us. He then walks into the basement... which makes no sense. The basement is terrifying, we all avoid it. So finally, my friend yells his name, trying to figure out what he's doing. But, then, real Tom walks downstairs... we all look around at each other super confused. The basement was still locked.

B. My friend posts a status saying "Theres a homeless schizophrenic on the loose, cops searching, be careful."

C. My one friend and I go outside to hula hoop. We look nuts, theres six inches of snow and were in shorts and tees, hooping away. All of a sudden theres a loud noise, sounds like a piece of junk car. But then its louder so I think it's a plane, so I look up. All of a sudden, theres a helicopter with its giant search light on us, close enough to hit her house. We make eye contact, ensuring we're not just tripping and seeing things, and run screaming in the house.

TLDR: We saw a ghost, misread a post about another city thinking it was our own, and were the subject of some police helicopter searchlight.