A few days ago, I took a poll on facebook whether or not you believe in ghosts. I'm taking the same poll here...do you?
I think I do. I've had two experiences in my life where I think there have been ghosts. They creep me out a little and I wish they weren't here, but I'm not really afraid of them. Other than disturb the peace, I don't think they'll do us any harm. I thought we had ghosts the other night; there's the story:
For the past few weeks, I've been thinking I'm hearing things at night. I was in bed one night and I heard a noise. I hate irritating noises, paper blowing in a breeze, the shade bumping against the window, etc. It sounded like the shade cord gently hitting the shade, but every time I turned the light on it would stop and the cord was still. I'd shut the light off and there was the noise again. Mostly I was annoyed; I wasn't scared.
Then, a few night later, Jack woke up crying a couple times. He'd cry, I'd comfort him, he'd be quiet for a ten minutes or so and then wake up crying again. Sad crying. Cory went in to comfort him and he was freaking out. So I decided that I'd just rock him until he fell asleep. When I went in there, he was pointing at his (open) closet (we keep only toys in there) saying, "Lights! Lights!" [Cory insists it was probably a toy. Could be.]
I picked him up and brought him into the living room. He was laying on his back looking at the ceiling for about 15 minutes. Every few minutes he'd say..."What's that, Mommy?" pointing at the ceiling. He's at an age where he says random words that certainly mean something to him, but I have no idea what they are. One of them sounds like "samone." No idea what that means, but he says it all the time. That night, when he was laying on my lap, he kept saying, "Seance, Mommy. Seance, Mommy." I realize that he couldn't possibly know what that word means, I'm just saying he said it.
When he fell asleep, I put him back down and he slept the rest of the night. I had asked the ghosts to move on in the peace of God and I don't know if they're (it's?) still here. Or if it ever was. I just think there was reason enough to wonder.
ETA: Sunday, Feb 1: This morning Jack was in my room. He was pointing up at my door saying, "What's that, Mommy? A guy? Look, Mommy, a guy!" [Could have been "sky" I supposed. Still.]