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I believe in ghosts. I am not certain that all things considered ghostly are actually our dead, but I do know weird stuff happens. I have lived in a few haunted places. And I have had communication with my deceased loved ones in synchronicity and while dreaming. Sometimes the dream messages are very specific, and always very comforting. My last dream of this nature involved my Oma, and I was shown a very specific place, which I had never been to before and that I visited a few days later. In the dream she had been standing at the top of a brightly decorated staircase, which was identical to the entrance way of an ancient house that I was visiting the next day, and when I arrived there I recognized it immediately from the dream. I wrote it down in my journal for remembrance and because her appearing just there had a significance that I was able to recognize as magical.
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Thegoodolddays
Hohoho boy, this is gonna be a long reply, so buckle up.
Personally I do; but I don't believe they are people or loved ones who have died. Being a Christian I don't believe souls can linger on earth after the person dies. There are however passages in the Bible that talk about demons and how they manipulate the world, undetectable. Personally I've had experiences myself -- never saw anything, it was more of a feeling, like an invisible presence.
A reoccurring instance was on the stairs in my house. For some reason every time I went up the stairs, this overwhelming feeling of dread would just come over me until I reached the top of the stairs, like a constant urge to look over my shoulder as if something was following me. It always happened going up the stairs, but never when coming down. This went on for about six months straight.
What was finally the last straw though was when I was downstairs by myself in the middle of the night -- I'm a night owl, so staying up until 5/6/7 AM was nothing unusual for me; I would typically just do my own thing for a while after everyone else went to sleep upstairs. Our living room couch is up against a wall with a passthrough/window looking into the kitchen...
I heard footsteps first, in the kitchen. Our kitchen floor is a soft-ish vinyl sheet -- these footsteps were "crunchy", as if walking over frozen snow. The weirdest thing was that I also had headphones on at the time (but nothing playing) and was able to hear it through them. Next came that same feeling of dread, and then almost paralyzing fear. I felt a hand touch the back of my head and push it forward and down. At that point I yelled, ripped my headphones off, jumped off the couch and just stood in the middle of the living room, staring at the passthrough.
Obviously there was nothing there... but here's the thing; the way the passthrough is situated, even if there WAS a person in the kitchen, they would not have been able to reach through the window and down to my head. The wall comes up too high. This was at around 4:30 AM; everyone else in the house was upstairs, sound asleep.
It definitely shook me up like nothing ever had before. I didn't sit back on the couch, but sat in my dad's recliner and waited for my heart to stop racing. I actually did get my phone out and try recording some video of the window to see if the camera picked anything up. It didn't, but playing the videos back later, the microphone did pick up what sounded like quiet footsteps and maybe a faint voice (indistinguishable). It also picked up the sound of a door opening and closing, although I'm 80% sure it could have been a door upstairs, maybe from someone going into the bathroom.
My mom came downstairs for work in the morning at 5, at which point I broke down and cried and told her what happened -- so there I was, 17-year-old me crying to my mom and asking her to stay home from work so I wouldn't have to be alone. (I actually don't remember whether she did or not, lol.) A week later, any and all strange experiences stopped. No more dread on the stairs, nothing. A few months later I deleted the videos -- I had no desire to creep myself out again and risk becoming paranoid.
Here's an interesting tidbit to end with, though... About six months after that incident, my mom asked me to get her wallet out of her purse for something. I couldn't find it at first and after some rifling around I found it, along with a tiny fancy-looking glass bottle filled with clear liquid. I brought both to her and asked her where she got the bottle from (I like to collect cool bottles and was planning on asking her for it). She said a coworker gave it to her because they had bought a bunch of them on vacation. I said "oh, cool, so ocean water probably?"
She said, "no -- holy water." I asked her how long she had had that floating around in her purse. She said: about six months.