Four questions for you on the paranormal?

1. Why do or don’t you believe?:
Theres just too much support for both sides, to really decide. i would like to think ghosts are real, but i just dont know

2. What are your ghosts stories?:
I woke up in the middle of the night one night when i was younger and saw that my brother was no longer in his bed. I went to the restroom and when i came back, I saw him sitting in the computer chair clicking on some stuff and screen was glowing on his face. I asked him what he was doing, and he looked at me startled. He didn’t answer, he just got up and quickly walked towards the back bedroom, (like he was trying to get away from me, or maybe i wasn’t supposed to see him.) as soon as he turned the corner and was out of my sight, he entered the room from the other side of the house with a glass of water from the kitchen. He said he hadn’t even touched the computer since the other day, and after looking back at the computer, it was off and unplugged from the wall. (we had unplugged it due to an incoming storm.) It was really freaky. I told him what had happened and we decided to find this “ghost”, but after going intot the back bedroom, we didn’t find anyone. There was nothing to hide behind because we were renovating the room and had just got done painting the walls. There were no windows or doors down the hallway and no way to get to another room. I thought for sure i was dreaming, but i never went back to bed that night, i just stayed up playing video games with my brother.

3. What topic of the paranormal interests you the most?:
I would say probably the UFOs and ETs but since you said Mystical creatures, My utmost interest is in Dragons.

4. What do you believe is the most haunted location?:
Blood Creek. in southern Missouri in Rolla, on the south side there’s a small town called Vida. It’s so small, it doesn’t even have a population. In Vida there’s a dead end road that my mom lives on, i lived there through most of my childhood. there was a creek down in the woods that my brother and i used to play in every day during the summer. Every now and then, we would find Hatchets, feathers, deerskins, carved rocks, marked sticks and other Native American Paraphenalia (spell check? lol) we collected them and displayed them on a giant rock nearby. (giant as in 8ft wide, 4.5 ft tall, and 6.5 ft deep.) it was akwardly flat so it made a neat little shelf. we collected at least soemthing everyday one summer and displayed it on that rock. (the whole place was kindof like our little club/fort) But everyday we would come back down, and the stuff would be gone. Your thinking prolly like an animal or something, we did too. so we wanted to see what kind of animal would take the stuff. So we set up a video camera to record all night. and on the video it showed that nothing ever came. but at 7:54 am, the stuff just disappeared. just between two frames the stuff was there and then it was gone. We spent the next week or so doing it over and over. Same thing every day. at 7:54 twice, 7:53 thrice, and 7:52 the last day….ya know what time that was?…sunrise… so we got the bright idea to camp out. the only place we could camp was on the other side of the creek from the rock. well we set our watches to go off at about 7:30 so we could be up and watch it. At 7:52 that morning, we heard absolutely nothing, all the bugs had stopped chirping, frogs stopped croaking, birds stopped singing, squirrels stopped barking, wind stopped blowing and leaves stopped rustling. it was all the sudden and it really freaked me and My brother out. we looked to the stuff on the rock that we had put there the day before and it was still there. (now this is the part of the story nobody ever belives ) An Indian Man came from over the hill up the creek. he walked without making a single noise. behind him followed a wolf, not a big dog, a wolf. (which is not native to missouri at all). He got up to the rock and we realized that he was about 7 and a half feet tall. and the wolf’s head was up to his chest. When he arrived to the rock was when we could see that he was a Ghost….a movie classic translucent ghost. my brother made a sound and the Man looked at us. he gave us a little bow and proceeded to put all of the things fromt he rock into a small pouch on his side. when he was done he walked through the water to us, completely dry i might add, and touched us both on the fore head. he bowed again and walked back across the creek and up towards the hill. before he went up, he turned around and pointed to us, the rock, himself, and then he tapped his head. I took it as “remember this” or something close to that. He then knelt down to the water and looked up at us, of coarse we were still watching, and he reached down and touched the water with the very tip of his finger. the water didn’t ripple, but instead of its normal clear color, it started to flow red…blood red. it did that for a few seconds and returned to its normal color. when we looked back