Talking to a Ghost on the Beach

A number of years ago, I took up an interest in amateur astronomy. Living near the beach, I would often go to the seashore very late at night, often at around One or Two O’Clock in the morning. I found that there was less light pollution from neighborhood streetlights there, and that the constellations shone clearer over the ocean.

On some nights I would see fishermen along the shore, or occasional youths having a good time in the dark on the beach. But very often, it seemed that I was the only one out there.


The question was once posed to me: “What if you see a ghost out there?” To which I replied-“Oh, I really don’t believe in that stuff-”

But once it had been planted in my mind, the question would pop back up from time to time when I was out there. I would then remind myself that I really didn’t believe in such things, but upon seeing that many people that I knew seemed to believe in ghosts, and fear them, it gave me pause to think.

There were people who said that they’d seen ghosts, or been visited by what they called “the ghost that comes to them while they’re in bed and makes it so they cannot breathe.” I would usually tell them that what they saw was probably not really a ghost, but perhaps an effect of ambient lighting, or a subjective perception of an ordinary phenomena. As for the “ghost that makes it so they cannot breathe”, I would usually tell them that it was probably sleep apnea. They seemed to be convinced, however, that what they saw or experienced was indeed a ghost, and seemed to carry a fear of it.

Thus, when I was out on the beach at 2AM studying the constellations, sometimes that question would pop back into my mind: “What if I saw a ghost?” Then I would remind myself that I really did not believe in that stuff, and push the thought out of mind.


You may ask, what’s there to see and do on the beach at 2AM? Actually, for some, there is quite a lot – for one, the stars are clearer for viewing, which is excellent for budding amateur astronomers. Also, because the beach that I went to at night was usually empty at that time (it’s normally rather crowded in the day), there was more opportunity to become engaged in philosophical thought, a pastime that I was, and am, fond of. The view of the lights twinkling on a distant shore, the sound of the ocean waves, the rustling of the palm leafs, the feel of the night wind blowing in from the ocean, and the sand beneath the feet contributed to this mood.

Of course, not all sights and sounds at that time were necessarily pleasant, either. Occasionally a sound resembling that of a baby crying could be heard floating though the darkness. The thought would then enter my mind: “What’s a baby doing out here at this time of the night?” Actually, I understand it’s the sound of a kind of seabird, although it sounded eerily like the cry of a baby – but then again, parrots can sound pretty human – imagine hearing some of them in a jungle late at night repeating some of the things that they’d heard from passing hikers… And then there was the occasional moaning sound that the wind would make when it blew through the trees in just the right way.

It must have startled a part of the brain next to the part in which that little question “What if you see a ghost out there?” was stored. Then that question would move from the subconscious to the conscious mind, and then from the back of the mind to the front of the mind. After having dismissed such a question from my mind when it popped back up under those circumstances a number of times before, I decided to begin dwelling on it.


I had heard that one should never “tempt the spirits”, but since I tended not to believe in such things, and since no one else was around, I decided to do just that. Besides, I had become rather curious about the matter. They say that curiosity killed the cat, but if a cat has nine lives, I had little to lose.

So I spoke into the darkness:“If ghosts really do exist, I ask that you show yourself to me.”

Nothing happened. I looked around at the shadowy trees and bushes; out over the ocean, and at the space above me, and saw nothing unusual. Sure, there were areas among the trees and bushes where it seemed that little fuzzy patches of light were visible, sort of how they show in ghost movies, but these were caused by whatever ambient light was in the area at the time. There were no unusual sounds or sensations either.

So I repeated the above request a number of times in the space of a few minutes, and none of my senses perceived anything out of the ordinary.

I repeated this experiment on a number of subsequent late night beachside visits, and never saw a ghost.

Now, I have heard it said that those who “tempt the spirits” may end up paying for it later. It’s been over ten years since I’ve conducted these “experiments” (It is October 2008 as I write this), and I have not yet seen anything that I could conclusively call a ghost.


So, what’s my position on ghosts? I guess the best way that I could state it is as follows: While I personally do not believe in ghosts, I will also admit that I am human, and therefore could be wrong. But I won’t believe it until I see it.

Having said that, I will say that I used to believe in ghosts when I was a kid, but somewhere along the way lost that belief, sort of how most kids eventually stop believing in Santa Claus or the Easter Bunny. I will also admit that this uneasy feeling towards ghosts took much longer to lose – in fact, it lasted beyond childhood.

Now I tend to see the “fear of ghosts” as a product of the emotional right brain, and the ability to analyze and explain away this fear as a product of the analytical left brain, although this would probably be a completely separate topic of discussion in and of itself!


But now let’s move on to a SUPPOSITION.

What if I did see a ghost, or something that I was convinced really was a ghost? Let’s play out the scenarios, worst case first:

Worst case scenario: The ghost is quickly moving towards me, obviously in an attack mode.

My reaction: Fight or flight instinct would take over me. I’d RUN! (And then I would have to quickly retract that statement I made earlier on how I really don’t believe in ghosts.)

Moderate case scenario: The ghost is not pleased with me being there, and asks me to leave.

My reaction: I would respectfully walk away from the area, and probably not go back there at night.

Light moderate case scenario: The ghost does not show hostility or displeasure, but does not disappear either.

My reaction: I would blink my eyes a few times to confirm if I really was seeing what I thought I was seeing. If I became convinced that it really was a ghost, then I would respectfully walk away, but would reserve the option of possibly visiting that spot again some other night. Curiosity would be starting to set in.


I’ve heard much speculation as to what “ghosts” could be. Some say that they are demonic spirits. Some say they are the spirits of people who once actually lived. Others say that they are the products of the imagination.

I tend to lean towards the last definition. However, if I as a human being am wrong about it, I would be curious to know more about what ghosts really could be, and why people tend to be frightened of them. Who knows – if it turns out that the second definition above is true, and I happen to see a ghost, then I would simply be seeing what we’re all eventually going to look like in the future…

Talking to a Ghost on the Beach


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