He then starts fading away from the feet up. After a few moments, he is gone. I just saw a ghost!

Behind my house there is a graveyard. I look out the window and see at least 100 people. No one has been buried here in over 150 years so there is usually no one there at all, only the gardener. They are all dressed in 19th century clothing and are facing away from me.

Am I psychic? What’s going on?! I thought.

Those 100 people look up at me. They have no faces! It’s just a gaping hole where their face should be. I turn around and there I am, in the graveyard staring into the ‘face’ of a ghost.