I was at an acquaintance's new home on the northwest side of Tucson, AZ. She and her husband had told us tales of how their T.V. Would switch on and off and change channels on it's own. She took me on a tour of her home, when we came to a spare bedroom she was using as an office. She opened the closet in the room to show me a bookshelf they had built into the closet. As I bent over to look at the titles of the books on the shelves, I felt someone rubbing my posterior end. The hair on my head and arms stood straight up as I turned quickly around, thinking it was my husband. Imagine my surprise to see there was no one there!
After that experience, I believed her when she said her home was haunted! I've believed in ghosts and the paranormal all my life, but this is the first time I've had physical contact with something I could not explain! The funny thing about it, I was not scared, and the subsequent times I have had experiences, I haven't been afraid. I guess it goes to show, ghosts were people, too. I understand why people are afraid of ghosts and spirits because they are afraid of the unknown and afraid of death, but we must understand, too, they were once living, breathing people, too. Their personalities don't change even after death. I must have experienced a mischievous, horny person, who enjoyed the company of other people and wanted to let the living know he/she was still around!