Do you believe in ghosts? I do. Seen a lot of weird things over the years, and the more I see the more I believe.
Just recently, we had an expeerience at home. My friend and I had gone out to do some errands and have some lunch. When we arrived back home, she checked her phone and there had been a call placed from the home phone to her cell phone. The odd thing was, there was NOBODY HOME! Our roommate was at work, our downstairs friends had moved to the other side of town, which left no one to make that call. A playful spirit? That's my guess. No harm done.
Last week, my friend went to work, where she cares for an elderly woman. Her charge is 94 years old. She gets around pretty well for her age, but at night when she goes to bed, her door is closed and she normally sleeps all through the night. When my friend arrived at work the next morning, she went in to wake her and she was sitting up in the bed. My friend said her good mornings and turned around to exit the room and get breakfast ready for her. That's when she noticed the pretzel bag on the chair. The odd thing is, even if her charge got out of bed at night, she would have no way to reach the cabinets whre the snacks are located. Maybe a late night spirit with a penchant for chocolate covered pretzels? Again, that's my guess.
Many years ago, I spent the night in a hotel in Pioche, Nevada. This town is in the middle of no where in southwestern Nevada, an old mining town, I believe. We had driven up there to take my then wife's son to spend the night at his friends' place and we decided a hotel was the best thing for us. It was a little late when we got there and after he met uo with his friend, e decided to get ourselves checked in and get settled for the night. We had both showered and gotten into bed, turned out the lights, and were well on our way to dreamland. The bathroom door was open and I thought I noticed some movement in the shower area. It was dark, and I thought maybe my eyes hadn't adjusted yet. I was watching a head float above the shower stall! That was freaky. I woke up my wife and asked if she saw what I was seeing. She did! Needless to say, we got up, got dressed, went down to the bar and had a few drinks, before getting up the nerve to go back up to the room. Most people that know me might think that I had been drinking before hand, but not on this occasion. We went back in the room and poked around, hesitant in case there was still something in the room. Not finding our otherworldly visitor, we eventually went back to bed and the rest of the night passed uneventfully.
Even my sister has had an encounter, although she may not remember it. We were young at the time and living in our great-grandmother's house after she ahd passed away. I'm not sure of the exact circumstances, but apparently she saw a pair of floating hands crossing the room. Ghostly hands. That would unnerve anybody. There were many strange happenings in several of the houses we lived in over the course of our youth. The house in Washington where the lights would turn themselves on and off, and doors would mysteriously close by themselves.
So, yes, I believe in ghosts. In fact, if I were to pass on, I would prefer to come back as a ghost and freak people out, instead of the commonly held belief that we go to Heaven and play a harp for all Eternity. I don't know about you, but I am not a fan of harp music, unless Harpo Marx is playing it, and I really don't know how to play the harp. Are you forced to learn it after you die? Wouldn't that be like Hell instead of Heaven? Why would you want to believe in an afterlife that would be so boring? I mean really, sitting on your butt and playing the harp for ETERNITY! But that is a subject for another blog...
Anyway, thanks for reading. Best to all.