different spin on what a ghost or such could be...
ok instead of little timmy hanging around after he died lets look at it this way
all the photos, vid caps and sounds.. could the be like an after image.. they ghost hunters always say its "cold" here or "i feel like im being held down by the pressure" here
at the trama and shock of sudden death the emotions left could linger.. a flash of the spirit disolving into whatever afterlife there is.. a picture is left to be taken.. words .. ok here goes.. and its left field but still
words.. say at the moment of death all knowledge past present and future is known.. that 10% of the brain is no longer need held down by physical restrictions.. the incorporeal brain is using 100% of it potental.. as that happens several thoughts could be voiced in a dying breath or even such as several over a time. waiting for it to be picked up.
some say they feel that the "spirit" is angry. that could be from disbelif that they died suddenly ripped from this world and it lingers.. or that they truely were an evil being in life and yet that lingered as it refused to part leaving an echo behind.
probally a crock of crap but what i think it could be. would explain why they are so stationary and "trapped" in a single location instead of free roaming. why would a ghost stay in a house .. wouldnt they be tied to the earthly remains thier .. honestly .. only real tie to this world. following that any living kin that survivied them?
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