Wifeshui’s sisters visited us at the weekend, and we got into an interesting conversation about ghosts. Her family hail from Cornwall, where piskies (pixies) hide behind every stone, the Spiritualist Church is alive and well and every cave, well or cottage comes with a spooky story attached. As a result, she’s about the only one amongst them who doesn’t give credence to tales of the supernatural, so the battle-lines were pretty clearly delineated. I won’t go into the details of our debate, but I was struck by one of my sisters-in-law’s statements regarding what she would consider “evidence”:
“I’ve never seen a ghost, but if I saw something I thought was a ghost, then I’d believe in them.”
A purer example of confirmation bias would be hard to find. No matter that there is no evidence for the continued existence of consciousness after death, no known method by which a ghost could manifest itself and no reliable findings in the field of paranormal research – if something might be a ghost, then it must be a ghost, end of story.
Our senses are not to be trusted. Many other bloggers have commented on the issue of pareidolia, whereby the brain finds structured images in random patterns. We see things which aren’t there, we miss things that are (Dr Simons famous “Gorilla Experiment” is a good example), our hearing range is limited, our sense of smell laughably poor. Here’s a well-known and straightforward demonstration of why you can’t always trust your senses:
The three horizontal lines appear, to the human eye, to be of different lengths. Try as you might, it’s almost impossible to draw any other conclusion from the visual data. If you get hold of a ruler, however, and hold it up to the screen, you’ll see that all three lines are, in fact, the same length. Scientific testing demonstrates the truth, even when sensory information tells a different story.
Personally experienced sensory data always needs to be carefully examined before it can be accepted as evidence at the best of times, and when it seems to contradict known science… well, let’s just say if I saw something I thought was a ghost, I’d be taking a long, hard look at what else it could have been before jumping to the conclusion that the spirit world indisputably exists.


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October 13, 2008 at 1:35 pm
Sarge
My house is supposed to be haunted. My wife’s grandmother and mother are supposed to be in residence (Still, even though they are dead) and there was a saw mill on the site of the house where a man got his hand cut off and died. He is also supposed to be wandering about at large.
Me? Never seen a thing. When you’re dead, that’s it.
In the last year that my son was home, he came to me with a funny look, and said he could no longer be silent. There was possibly a ghost in the bathroom. He had heard the loud, high, clear bell tone while he was in there. Had been hearing it for some time.
I investigated.
Sure enough, a replication of when he heard the bell was when he openned the bathroom door. Hmmmmm.
A five minute search turned up the “ghost”.
The escutcheon over the shower pipe was loose, and the pressure from openning the door caused it to strike the tiles behind it and ring. Poor son, was most embarrassed.
I was at a music school held at Fort Delaware in the river of the same name near Philidelphia. This is on Pea Patch Island, and during the (American) civil war was used as a prison camp for confederate POWs. Said to be haunted by ghosts of prisoners.
No ghosts in evidence.
Fair do’s, the drummers and fifers had discovered the reverb and amplification qualities of the gorge and one of the embrasures and went there to thump and squeal every chance they got.
No, I saw no ghosts, but if there were any there they went somewhere else if they had any sense.
October 13, 2008 at 7:00 pm
The Exterminator
Those lines seem to have different lengths because they were drawn by a ghost. QED.
October 13, 2008 at 11:17 pm
PhillyChief
Did they at least bring clotted cream?
October 15, 2008 at 1:30 am
Sarge
My late brother-in-law lived in Texas and had an Aggie joke:
A young student was visiting a friend’s room in another dormatory and had been drinking wine. He passed out on his friend’s bed and the friend went to the library to study so as not to be disturbed.
The young student was both unaccustomed to wine, and the victim of the cheapest variety. He woke after a couple of hours with a bad hangover and the clear evidence that he had shit all over the bed.
He took a shower in his friends room and borrowed some of his friends clothes, but what to do about the soiled bedding? Well, still hung over he just gathered up the sheets and threw them out the window.
Two fellow students were walking under the window and the sheets fell on them They fought, swung, finally got from under the sheets, they, themselves, be-nastied something ferocious.
One looked at the messy sheets, wiping the nastiness off his glasses, and asked his companion, “What the hell just happened”??!!
The other looked at the pile, shook his head, and said, “I don’t know for sure, but I think we just beat the shit out of a ghost”!