Do you believe in ghosts?

tlp8rb wrote: »

Ghost, or spirit/soul - you decide. My husband and I live on three rural acres. We have a lively collie dog who is a delight. She has a huge, fenced dog yard and there is a doggie door so she can come and go as she pleases.

It was a cold, winter night; the rain was just turning to sleet. We were watching television when our dog came running up the stairs (from the lower level where her doggie door is), barking and crying. My husband calls it her "Timmy is in the well" bark. She ran to me, barking and bouncing, making it clear she wanted me to follow her - that something was going on outside. I grabbed my jacket and a high-intensity flashlight, and out we went.

The east edge of our property borders railroad tracks (and no, the train doesn't bother us). She went to the far end of her run. The fence is about 40' from the tracks. I shone my light in that direction. I couldn't see anything through the falling sleet. Then, out of the darkness I heard a male voice. "Please, don't shoot me. I mean you no harm." I yelled back and asked what he was doing back there. "I have to find my son. I miss him so much." For the next ten minutes we went back and forth. I learned that his son had drowned in the river and was buried in a cemetery about a half mile south of our house. He said he was on the tracks because his ride had broken down. He insisted he was a man of peace and implored me not to shoot him several times. He told me his son's name and his. Eventually the voice faded, he seemed to move on, and the dog and I went back in the house.

Once inside I got on my computer and Googled his son's name. There were several results including an obituary from a funeral home nearby, and a newspaper story recounting the tragic death of a 5-year old in a river while on an outing with his father and other family members. The obituary confirmed that he was buried in the cemetery down the road. I was so affected by the pain in the man's voice, by his obvious grief, I was determined to find him and make sure he was OK. I found there were several people with his name in our community and I reached out to all of them. None responded. I didn't sleep much that night. I carefully wrote down everything I could remember.

The next morning, I shared what had happened with a friend who was a reporter with our local newspaper. She said she would check her sources and see if she could sort it out. A few hours later, I got a Facebook message from her. In the message was a link to yet another obituary - the name I was given by the voice in the dark. He died two weeks after his son had drowned. His truck broke down and he was walking (in the dark) on a county road when he was hit and killed. Strangely, he is buried in the same cemetery as his son.

Every word I've written is true to how it happened. I am 80-years old, an agnostic, and never believed in spirits, souls, or any kind of life after death. I cannot explain what happened. I only know that it did.

Mangoperson88 wrote: »

People call me crazy and I'm totally doped out on psych meds but it's reassuring to know that maybe I'm not crazy just extra sensitive. @LoveyChar i really cried reading your above post, I've been through abuse too since early age maybe that's why it makes me kinda psychic/sensitive to things around me. Anyway, when I was in 9th grade I had a dream which turned out to be a premonition. In my dream I saw a drunkard of a man beat up his mother for money and then kill her by setting her ablaze. Few days later, this incident happened in my neighborhood, right opposite my building actually, a man set himself and his mother on fire because she refused to give him money for alcohol. People who question and deny well y'all need to know we all are sensitive and psychic you know? Like how you just know when your loved one is in danger. You can't deny that and I've always been this way. It's just people successfully convinced me I'm crazy.