I was always a skeptic when it came to the paranormal until I had my own encounter. Up until that point I was just a somewhat normal teenage girl, always curious, and always looking for an adventure.
Ten years ago, myself and 2 friends were just 3 young adults out looking for a good time. It was the 5th of July around 3 am and we were out driving looking for a party. My friend, who was driving, was told that she should take the "3rd fork in the road" to get to the house the party was being held at. Incidentally, we either missed the turn or never got to it, but we found ourselves in the middle of nowhere unsure of how to find the house we were trying to find.
Out of nowhere a clear July night suddenly became foggy and we were surprised to see several houses boarded up just a few feet from the road we were driving on. The really weird part was seeing a man or what looked like a man checking his mail at 3 am!
The whole atmosphere spooked us out especially an old church which seemed to be in the midst of all the fog. It was more than what 3 teenagers could take so we immediately took the next road to turn around.
As we drove back, everything, the fog, the houses, and the man was gone. The only thing that remained was the creepy looking church. I don't know what I saw or why I saw it, but ever since that experience I have become a believer of the paranormal.
Even 10 years later and moving on with our lives we still share this story with each other to confirm what the other saw and to confirm that maybe there's something else out there after all.