Okay, first off, I'm not nuts or anything, just another guy in this big wild world of ours. Anyways, I was walking across the MacDonald Bridge at around 11pm on Christmas night and a real spooky thing happened: I'm about halfway across the bridge towards Halifax and hear a mans laughter to my right...only thing is, there's nobody there. Creeped out, I kept walking and—no word of a lie—a hand pushed my back! Now, I'm not into ghosts or anything. The deepest I go is what new kind of beer I'll check out at a bar. Yet, all I know is: it bloody well happened! I guess I got a genuine spook-story to pass on. Also, I have no intention of walking that bridge again at night alone. I'll swallow my masculinity in saying I shrieked like an old lady, stopped, let the paralysis fade and walked briskly back to Halifax. Anyone else ever had anything like that happen? —Spooked