My sister lived in an apartment that was converted from a church. She said there was a lady dressed in a white wedding dress that would "float" out of the ceiling, down the hall and throughout the living room. Story was that a woman had died on her way to that church to get married.
Another one from my sister: My dad committed suicide when I was 9, several years later, my sister and my grandmother were flying to Denver. They had just sat down in their seats, and a man walked by that looked EXACTLY like my father. My sister said she looked at my grandma, to see if she saw him, my grandma's eyes were huge, neither one could believe the resemblance the guy had to my dad. When they got off the plane, they stayed at the gate to see him get off the plane. They never saw him come off.
I've lived in several places that had ghosts. One in Wichita Kansas. It was an old house that was split into 4 apartments. There were 2 front doors, left and right. I lived in the left. You go in the front door, my door was on the bottom level, my friends lived up the stairs. I would go out my door, up the stairs to their place, come back later, and my dead bold would be locked. The front door was always locked, so it wasn't someone coming in from the outside. Thankfully my door had a big jalousy window above it, so I had to climb up to the jalousy, crawl through it, lean in and unlock my door. Sometimes my books were removed from my book case and usually ended up on end tables, opened up and layed print side down. Like someone had been reading and just set the book down. I never saw anyone, but when I talked to the other downstairs neighbor about it, she said the ghost also read her books. Again, the story was, there was an accident where a woman was thrown from a horse and buggy and died in front of our house. I tried communicating with the ghost, but never got anything back. Usually I was begging her not to lock my door.
Also we lived in a small house in Tampa. There was a tall dark figure that we could see out of the corner of our eye. He would walk from the bedroom into the bathroom or from the living room into the kitchen. We also tried to communicate with him, tell him it was ok to pass on, to leave this plain, but got nothing back. One time I came into the living room, and GJoker was talking to the door of the bathroom. I asked him what he was doing.. he said "I swear I just saw you walk into the bathroom.. " and the look on his face I could tell he was confused. We figured he must have seen the ghost and thought it was me. We got a dog about a year after we moved into that house, and never saw the ghost after that. Our neighbor said that there was an older man that had lived there but had died a short time before we moved in, and he had 2 dogs. We figured, we got a dog, and the ghost figured that his home was protected, so he left. :shrug: who knows. Also, my cat of 9 years, ran away from this house, about a month after we had moved there. He would never stay inside (although he was an inside cat), and finally one day I watched him walk across the street, look back at me, turn and keep walking. Never saw him again. I don't think he liked the "dog-lover ghost".
Oh, one more. Another house in Wichita. My best friend's lover had died.. but before he died he promised my friend he would come back and let us know he was OK. The guy that died had a bad habit of leaving the bathroom light on. So on several occasions, for a few months after his death, we would be watching TV, or eating dinner, and the bathroom light would just come on. For no reason at all. We'd go turn it off, and a little while later, it would come on again. It was just an up and down wall switch, nothing special, and we always had to flip it down after it had come on. At first we couldn't figure it out, but then when we figured it was him saying he was OK. We'd say "Hey Scott, thanks for stopping by. We miss you."
So yeppers, I believe... totally.
