[Mike P]

I was spooked by what appeared to be an apparition of an old Wampanoag chief, standing above me on the cliffs at Gay Head back in the 1980s.

Bloody Mary, the figure of a woman wearing a red stained white dress, sometimes walks along the Canal on dark, foggy nights. She was supposedly a woman from Boston who was killed there, and had her body dumped on the Canal. She's fond of the area between the herring run and the Cribbin, which is also the area where the overhead power lines sing on foggy nights.

Another night on the Canal, I was fishing near one of the bridges. Now, if you've spent any time living there, you know that there's usually at least one jumper every year. On this night, as I was unhooking a fish, a man wearing a very distinctive blue jacket walked by above me on the service road. He wasn't fishing, so after looking up and seeing him, I never gave him another look. As I resumed fishing, I glanced to my right, and there, standing underneath the next light, it's that guy. Standing there, stock still, watching me. After about 10 minutes, during which time he never moved, it crossed my mind that he was waiting until I left, to rob me or something. Finally I called my friend who lived nearby and tell him about it. He says, wait for me, I'll be there in 10 minutes. He shows up carrying his trusty potato rake. "Mike, where's this guy? I don't see anyone." I look from my perch on the rocks, and tell him, "He's right under the next light, don't you see him???" He drops his voice, "Mike, there's nobody there." I look again, yup he's there. I scrambled up the rock, look again, and.....nothing. Poof. Gone. I would have accepted that I was seeing a shadow or something, except for one thing--that jacket. I could clearly see the very distinctive design on it the whole time. We still talk about it. He's had similar experiences while hunting, so he understands why I was so spooked.

If you've ever had a paranormal experience on the beach or in the woods, no one will ever be able to convince you that you were imagining it.