True story from one of my best friends...

He was out stalk hunting some land that was a reclaimed strip mine one frigid cold January morning. He was way back in the woods and was stalking up through a pretty thick stand of planted pines and he got scared. Just one of those times when you are in the woods and the hair stands up on the back of your neck. He says he had never felt like that before, he took a few more steps and stopped.He heard laughter and voices. He knew he was walking up on a strip pit that was a lake, so he made a big circle and got to the top of a little ridge where he could see the lake. As soon as he peaked up over the ground he could see two people a man and woman in the lake playing like it was 95 degrees and their clothes on the muddy bank. It was 20 degrees that morning, no vehicle, no atv in sight. As he was wondering what the heck was going on some 200 yards away laying completely still in full camo...BOTH people locked eyes on him. He hauled butt back into the pine thicket and listened for something to crank up. He never heard a sound. Being scared to death but still curious he eased down to the lake and didn't see a trace of a person, no footprints in the mud, no clothes, no water on the bank. Nothing. He believes that he saw ghosts that day and has never walked through that same patch of woods some 15 years later.