How many of us actually believe that ghosts exist and can influence our reality (i.e. writing creepy messages on a mirror)? Personally, I'm a complete skeptic, but there is so much serious ghost-related discussion in the haunted house thread that it got me wondering.
DD1 born 9.20.13
#2 due 12.23.17

I must know... 190 votes
Yes, I believe ghosts are really and all up in our business.
Are you crazy? Ghosts are whack.
Re: I must know...
BFP #1: Mother's Day 5/13/12...m/c Memorial Day Weekend 5/26/12
BFP #2: 2/16/13...Owen Ray born 6 weeks early 9/9/13
Francesca Pearl is here! Josephine Hope is almost 3!
#2 due 12.23.17
#2 due 12.23.17
BFP #1: Mother's Day 5/13/12...m/c Memorial Day Weekend 5/26/12
BFP #2: 2/16/13...Owen Ray born 6 weeks early 9/9/13
On investigations the scariest things that happen are completely non ghost related. Like running into a spider..... Ew ew ew
@scamberlous3000
https://forums.thebump.com/discussion/8921155/nbr-ghost-stories
AWESOME! Except you can't see the story!
ETA: Wrong smiley
BFP #1: Mother's Day 5/13/12...m/c Memorial Day Weekend 5/26/12
BFP #2: 2/16/13...Owen Ray born 6 weeks early 9/9/13
FTR: I have never see or felt one. I don't definitively believe in them. But I think they could exist.
Aww boo! A lot of old threads are messed up
Damn the transition between formats.
@scamberlous I think I remember your post specifically, wasn't yours amazingly detailed, really beautifully written?
BFP #1: Mother's Day 5/13/12...m/c Memorial Day Weekend 5/26/12
BFP #2: 2/16/13...Owen Ray born 6 weeks early 9/9/13
I stayed with this girl in Colorado at her apartment. . . She was short, had long blond hair, pale skin, sleeeender. One night she slept at her bpyfriend's house..
the access doors to the apartment are two glass doors, 8ft apart, and a flat screen sat on the 8 ft wall directly across from a futon.. This was the "living room".
I was sleeping on the futon when I heard the main glass sliding door open, I rolled over and looked at the clock : 3:15am. Looked at the door thinking I see Jess walk in in white pjs with her long blond hair in a braid down her back.
me: hey! What are you doing coming home so late!?.
she posed fast and stared over at me for a few straight seconds, in which I thought she was thinking I should have no say in when she comes and goes, so I rolled back over to go to sleep.
3am: door sliding wakes me up again, and I see a blur in the threshold staring back at me whilst walking out and locking the door. Sleep.
next morning Jess gets homes and I enquire about the night before and her activities.. Nothing, just stayed at the boyfriends house, she says. I call bullshit and told her I saw her.. She FLIPPED out thinking someone broke in and stole shit.. Nothing was missing. Or disturbed.
moving out a few weeks later! lady brings over a dolly for me to help with all my boxes.. Started talking about the apartment... Tells me an old woman lived there... Used to step out on the balcony to look at the court yard... Saw her wheeled out when she died, looking so graceful in her white pajamas. She lived there since the complex was built.
Oh shit, you don't say? >.>
edited for TV, not sat on the living room wall and again for backwards time frame lol
Also- when I was three I apparently told my mom that my great grandpa was sitting on my bed in my room on the day of his funeral.
So I lost my daughter 7 years ago. She was born alive at 23 weeks and lived for about 3 hours unassisted. It took many tries at fertility to get pregnant with her. I was/still am working at hospice. I had one patient who took a particular interest in my pregnancy. She was in her early 40's and was dying of breast cancer. She was on my case load when I lost Sara. I had been off work for about threeweeks after the loss and one Sunday night I woke up out of a sleep at 300am. I had a dream about this patient and she was holding my daughter and she said do not worry I have your daughter and I will take care of her. That Monday in the am I called to work to see how she was. They told me she had passed away at 230am. Mind you last I knew she was alive and doing as well as a hospice patient could.
Fast forward a few weeks and I returned to work. I got a new patient and about a month into his care, I went to make a home visit. He was in his mid 50's and had liver cancer. He was alert and oriented but on his particular day, when i went in, he asked me why I brought a little girl to the visit with me. Of course I hadn't and looked around to see what he was talking about. He said that she was smiling, not talking and she was beautiful. I had no particular connection with this man. He passed away rather quickly 4 days later.
Same week but a few days later, I got a new patient who was dying of congestive heart failure. On my first visit she was basicslly unresponsive but did wake to talk to me a little. In the conversation she told me that my little girl that was with me was radient and so happy. She then went on to talk of something else.
I have not had any patients tell me anything pertaining to me since these incidents, but it certainly changed my perspective on the afterlife. Most of our patients see family members that have passed. Is it a chemical reaction or reality? That is up to each person to draw their own conclusion. One thing I know for sure is there is no way these people knew of my loss. Real or not it brought me comfort in a dark time! Eta:spelling