This is my embarrassing "ghost" story.
We visited Waxahachie, Tx for the local Renaissance faire, and thought we'd also visit The Catfish Plantation restaurant, a Victorian famed for its ghosts.
One particular ghost is supposed to throw silverware in the dining room, so as we sat at dinner, I kept my fork firmly in hand. As I was saying to my husband that I didn't feel any "presence"...suddenly a cold wind chilled my neck and the air about me became frosty.
As my eyes bugged out of my head, my husband merely rolled his eyeballs and said "the air conditioner vent is right over your head".
Geez :)
Needless to say, my silverware remained on the table, and nothing happened ;)