I hate it when I tell people, I don't like to talk about certain subjects and they keep rambling on about it like I didn't say anything. They acknowledge that they heard me the 2nd or 3rd time and then continues with their story, AGAIN! WTH??? It seems like they can't get the point until I start raising my voice. For God's sake, it we were driving at night in the middle of some small town with barely any lights…and I told you, I'm afraid of ghost or anything of that sort, why would anyone in their right mind ramble on about how their father was driving in the middle of nowhere at night and felt there was a woman sitting in the back seat? To make it even scarier, he emphasize that it happened several times with his father. I stopped him right at the point when he was able to reveal something. It could have been, his father actually saw something when he looked back.