I was reminded of this fact last night when I awoke at 2:25 a.m. to the sound scuffled feet walking towards me. I jumped up out of my slumber because I thought it was one of my parents waking me up to tell me something. Then I rolled over to see the clock and realized that both my mom and dad would be sound asleep at that time of the morning. The thought of it being a ghost crossed my mind and somehow I felt comforted enough to fall back to sleep.
In the past twenty-three years since my parents built the house, we have experienced a variety of paranormal activity. Everything from hearing voices and footsteps, to seeing faces, and even having flowers arrangements taken out of their vases. Usually the activity comes in spurts of a weekend or a few days in a row. About five years ago on a Friday night, my dad woke up in the middle of the night and heard my keyboard play five distinct notes in a row. He got out of bed and walked towards the hallway and heard the same five notes play again. Then it stopped. The even weirder part? The keyboard was underneath my bed, not plugged into the outlet and did not have batteries in it. The next day after my father explained this experience to us, my brother, my sister, my friend, and I were all hanging out watching television. All of a sudden my answering machine went off without the phone ringing first. Trying to be funny, my brother said, "Okay if there is really a ghost in this house do that again." Sure enough within fifteen seconds, the machine went off again. We all looked around to each other in shock and bolted up the stairs thinking we would be safe if we were out of the room.
You may be skeptical, but I have had enough personal experiences to believe that these are signs from people beyond. Does it scare me? A little bit, however none of the activities have been threatening. Instead, I believe that my family's "ghost" is or are deceased loved ones who are checking in on us and maybe even playing little tricks to let us know they are still with us.
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