A Ghostly Experience: My Story

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Throughout the course of this blog I have discussed monsters and potentially haunted places. But there is one phenomena that has baffled science for decades. The existence of ghosts. Spiritual energy of lost souls trying to find their way between the unknown and physical reality. There have been many shows not only on television, but many scientific blogs and youtube videos exploring what lies beyond the grave. But I’m not here to discuss science with you. I believe I’ve done that enough. Today, I would like to share with you my personal experience and why I believe ghosts are real.

I was in middle school when it happened. My family has had a long standing issue with lung cancer. Though this has not stopped anyone in my family from picking up the habit of smoking. Some have tried to break it, others are content with the way they are. My Pepa, my father’s father, was one of these long standing smokers. Unfortunately he is no longer with us due to that, and I miss him to this very day.

The day we had gotten the news was terrible. My brother and I were called into my parents room. My father is a man of few words and emotions, but I could tell something was up. He looked more hurt than I had ever seen, and my father is the kind of man to stitch himself up and show us the less than ideal sutures he had given himself. He couldn’t bring himself to tell us, so our mother stepped in. She told us, only a few days before Christmas, we had lost him. And his funeral was scheduled for Christmas Eve.

We were all devastated. You never know what you have, until it's gone. I had never spent too much time with him because he was so far away. I had always felt bad not getting closer to him, and now I never would have the chance.

Gone, But Not Forgotten

I ended up crying myself to sleep that night. I couldn’t breathe. I was like this for about an hour until I had felt something. A calming energy. I was laying on my side and felt another tear about to fall. But as soon as it started to trickle out of my eye, I had felt a cold rush right under my eye and it had wiped the tear away, against the flow of gravity. To this day I have never been able to explain this. I had mentioned it to my parents and they said that Pepa must have been watching over me last night. And this was his way of telling me that he was okay, and I would be too. Some things can be explained by science, but what happened to me, I’ll never be able to explain. While I may not have a clear answer as to what happened, somehow I’ve always known that he was there with me. While it may not make sense to most or lacks evidence, this is my truth. This is my story. And this is why I believe that there are ghosts out there. Watching over their loved ones and helping them find their way in life so that they may reunite again in the afterlife.

Now I’ve talked about my experience, but I’d like to hear yours. Please feel free to comment or share your ghostly experiences.