I'm the sort of person who tends to lean towards there being a scientific explanation for phenomena we, as humans, don't understand. However, I've had a lot of experiences which make me believe that there is something that goes on after we die. Ghosts, spirits, energy... the name doesn't matter.
The first experience happened when I was very little, about the age of four. I was very sick and my parents needed to take me to the doctor. For months and months prior to that, I had been missing my favorite toy, a little pink dog. (In fact, that was his name- "Little Pink Dog"! Lol!) Anyway, when we got back from the doctor's office. Little Pink Dog was sitting at the top of the stairs, right in the middle of the top step. Nobody in the house had put it there.
Strange things happened all the time. Lights would go on and off, the toilet would flush by itself. One time, the curtains flew all the way across the room. The curtain rod just lifted itself off the hooks and zipped across! Once, we kids were out in the backyard inflating an inflatable canoe. All of the sudden there was a huge splash in the pool, as if someone had jumped in or tossed a huge rock into it. When we looked in, there was nothing to be seen. My sisters and I had to go in to eat supper, so our next door neighbor stayed to work on the canoe. Halfway through dinner she came to the door, pale as a sheet. She said while she was working, she heard a "ka' chink". She looked up and saw that one of the chains on the swing on the swing set was on the ground. While she was watching, the other chain lifted up and dropped. We went out and sure enough, the swing was on the ground. We didn't think she could have climbed up there to create a hoax.
I actually saw a shadow person twice. It was completely black, like a silhouette, yet it looked three dimensional, like you could reach into it. It moved very fluidly, like a person but not as heavy. The first time, it walked across the upstairs hallway and into the bathroom. The second time was in the basement. I was coming out of the laundry room when I saw it standing behind the bar. It had it's hands on the bar, and it's head was looking down. It stayed like that for a moment, then it looked up, saw me, and then it quickly ducked down behind the bar as if it didn't want me to see it! I ran up the stairs so fast I think I probably only touched two steps on the way up! As I grew older, I always wondered about what I saw, and whether it had all been in my imagination. One day our family was talking about all the stuff that occurred, when my aunt said she saw the same thing. She stayed with us for awhile, atfer she had an operation, and lived in the basement. (It was a finished, walk out basement.) She described the same entity only she saw it as brown rather than black. The thing is, even though all of these things were startling, we never felt threatened. We actually felt whatever it was, was protective somehow.
Then there was the time after my Great Aunt died. She had been a dancer when she was young. On the night she died, my niece, who was about three, said she had a dream about a beautiful red-haired ballerina. My Aunt had red hair when she was young.
There have been a few other small instances as well, but I think this is enough for now!
The first experience happened when I was very little, about the age of four. I was very sick and my parents needed to take me to the doctor. For months and months prior to that, I had been missing my favorite toy, a little pink dog. (In fact, that was his name- "Little Pink Dog"! Lol!) Anyway, when we got back from the doctor's office. Little Pink Dog was sitting at the top of the stairs, right in the middle of the top step. Nobody in the house had put it there.
Strange things happened all the time. Lights would go on and off, the toilet would flush by itself. One time, the curtains flew all the way across the room. The curtain rod just lifted itself off the hooks and zipped across! Once, we kids were out in the backyard inflating an inflatable canoe. All of the sudden there was a huge splash in the pool, as if someone had jumped in or tossed a huge rock into it. When we looked in, there was nothing to be seen. My sisters and I had to go in to eat supper, so our next door neighbor stayed to work on the canoe. Halfway through dinner she came to the door, pale as a sheet. She said while she was working, she heard a "ka' chink". She looked up and saw that one of the chains on the swing on the swing set was on the ground. While she was watching, the other chain lifted up and dropped. We went out and sure enough, the swing was on the ground. We didn't think she could have climbed up there to create a hoax.
I actually saw a shadow person twice. It was completely black, like a silhouette, yet it looked three dimensional, like you could reach into it. It moved very fluidly, like a person but not as heavy. The first time, it walked across the upstairs hallway and into the bathroom. The second time was in the basement. I was coming out of the laundry room when I saw it standing behind the bar. It had it's hands on the bar, and it's head was looking down. It stayed like that for a moment, then it looked up, saw me, and then it quickly ducked down behind the bar as if it didn't want me to see it! I ran up the stairs so fast I think I probably only touched two steps on the way up! As I grew older, I always wondered about what I saw, and whether it had all been in my imagination. One day our family was talking about all the stuff that occurred, when my aunt said she saw the same thing. She stayed with us for awhile, atfer she had an operation, and lived in the basement. (It was a finished, walk out basement.) She described the same entity only she saw it as brown rather than black. The thing is, even though all of these things were startling, we never felt threatened. We actually felt whatever it was, was protective somehow.
Then there was the time after my Great Aunt died. She had been a dancer when she was young. On the night she died, my niece, who was about three, said she had a dream about a beautiful red-haired ballerina. My Aunt had red hair when she was young.
There have been a few other small instances as well, but I think this is enough for now!
