I think it's time to upload my second experience, so here goes it. If you read my previous story, I mentioned a second ghostly experience in the city of Glasgow, I highly recommend reading that one first as it gives a bit more of a prologue on me, where I live and my outlook on the paranormal and so on, but this story should be relatively short in comparison.
Anyway, let's just cut to the chase.
So, it was late summer 2011, I made a substantial amount of money from my 18th birthday and decided to go to town to get a new guitar (Town is what we refer to Glasgow as.)
I walk down Buchanan street just like any other day, about half way down, I came across one of those people who pretend to be a statue for spare change (no offence to them, but I'm not sure if they actually have a name), there was a girl standing who said "I hate those things." Because there were a lot of pigeons as well, I said "The pigeons or statue guy?" She said the statue.
She looked pretty usual, jeans, a pink waist coat, the most distinctive thing about her was a strong smell of strawberry, she told me she was heading to Central Station, as it was the same way I was going, we went together making some small talk.
Once we got to the bottom of Buchanan street, we literally had to go in opposite directions, but she insisted on walking me down Argyle Street a bit, I just said "If you want..." because I thought it a bit strange, but I really didn't mind that much.
Further down Argyle Street, she once again said "Oh I hate those guys" those guys being some kind of aid group that help villages in poor countries that ask you to sign up for stuff, but being 18, and having to be 20 to sign for them, I didn't mind talking to them.
As we walked toward him, the man said "Hi there, can I ask how old you are?", after telling him I was 18, he explained the over 20 thing and thanks anyway.
I turned to talk to the girl again, and she was gone, I looked along both sides of the street and toward the station, but there was no sign of her bright pink waistcoat (it would have stood out a mile away). I turned to the man and asked if he'd seen where the girl I was with went, but he said with a puzzled look, and I quote "There was no one with you mate." (Gives me shivers!)
I just looked back and forth like a bit of an idiot half smiling in the very busy street, I couldn't believe what just happened. After a moment, I just continued on my merry way, but couldn't get rid of the nervous smile.
I understand, she may have just slipped away somewhere when approaching the man, but I'm certain I could see her at the corner of my eye until he took my attention.
At least I haven't went completely barmy, I haven't seen her since.
Anyone have any thoughts or similar experiences?