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i think its all in what you percieve but anything is possible. me i dont have a problem in believing in ghosts or things that they can appear to do.
my own grandda haunted his and my grammas house for years until my gramma was stricken with altzheimers and had to be moved to a nursing home. The house, as it was, was starting to rot and needed more repair to keep it standing rather than tear it down and build a new one. the house was torn down and the land sold, and a new house built on it, whether he is still there or not, i have no clue as i havent been back since they tore the house down. to me it felt as if a piece of my soul was ripped out because i had grown up in that house and yard.
many times over the years fromthe time i was 12 and he passed away i stayed there with my gramma...i would sleep on my grammas bed, because she preferred the couch, and didnt like getting up to get in her bed. I would wake up in the middle of the night because it felt like someone was getting in the bed with me, and altho the mattress would sink, and the covers move and there was an indention in the pillow, no one was there.
if every light in the house was left on, my gramma would say i wish john allen would turn some of these lights out and all the lights in the house would go out except for the one in the room we were in..and no one had moved.
if i got up at 4 am to start the coffee and give my gramma her medications and get my handicapped uncle up, the coffee would already be brewing and my grandas cup would be sitting on the kitchen table, sometimes half full of hot coffee, made just the way he liked to drink it, usually with one of his cigars sitting half smoked in the ashtray beside it with the morning newspaper spread out on the table. this was when i was around 15 for the first time. i was 12 years old when he died, and the only person with him when he went. my mom and gramma had been shopping my dad working and my brother and uncle had went with my mom and i stayed behind with my grandda because we were watching the baseball game... atlanta braves were playing the minnesota twins and we always watched atlanta braves play baseball together.
i was never afraid myself, because i knew my grandda had never hurt anyone when he was alive and i knew he wouldnt hurt anyone when he was dead.
yes i know this is off subject but like i said its all how you percieve things.
