i have a good one. true story.

when my dad was about 21 or so as a young carpernter he was redoing a roof in the Oakland hills. now, the Oakland hills are some mountains that are REALLY green and REALLY dense with a couple a houses in the trees, the rest is just wilderness that you can get lost in easily. that has nothing with the story but i thought id add that. lol.

so he was rippin away at this roof and something all of a sudden asks him what he was doing. he says back (not actually talking but "with his mind" i guess you could say) "well, im taking down this roof, but who the heck are you!?" this "ghost" says back to him "im one of the people that were in the fire".

this freaks my dad out but he gets back to work and as he's rippin this roof down he starts to see fire damage on it that got tiled over. now, this REALLY freaks him out but he still works along on this roof.

so now, my dads workin around the roof and this "ghost" comes back. he says, "hey, be careful! its really high at the back of the house!", and my dad just tries to ignore this guy so he gets back to work. then, he gets to the back of the house and hes looking over treetops! seem the house was built on a steep incline in the Oakland hills.

so anyways my dad finishes up and gets the heck outta there thoroughly freeked out.

to make it even better he told us that story for the first time when we were driving back from the city (San Francisco) in the middle of the oakland hills at 10:30 at night.