I should begin by saying that I don't really believe in ghosts. Not entirely. There have been some instances throughout my life that have led me to wonder however. Here are some examples of the 'good, bad and indifferent' of what I'm talking about.
Let's start with the indifferent. I'm a therapist and I work in a skilled nursing facility. Even though we learn to deal with the loss of a patient, it never gets easier. You'd be surprised though, at how many times when people are near the end, they look beside me and smile, asking who the nice man is, standing nearby. I'm always alone in the room mind you, but nonetheless, there's a man they can see when I can't.
Other situations occur like awhile ago when a popular resident of ours passed away. He was known for hitting the call light in his room. When he passed, even though it was his time, it was a sad day and we missed him. Then, one afternoon, even though his room was empty, his call light went off. A co-worker went in to reset it only to have it ring again. Time after time she turned it off thinking it was a glitch until she finally laughed and announced, "Okay Mr. So-n-So. You can cut it out now. We hear you!" It stopped ringing from that point on.
Coincidence? Probably. Did it mess with our heads? Absolutely.
Then there's the bad. Our fifth grade son had a class trip to Winston-Salem, North Carolina earlier in the school year. A group of us decided to drive the day before and stay overnight for the early morning tour. Later that evening, my son and I were walking around the old hotel that was nothing less than beautiful. From what I understand it was originally built in the 1800's as a cotton mill.
Out of nowhere and for literally no apparent reason, I had the worst feeling. I wouldn't describe it as feeling sick so much as I would feeling scared or unsettled. It came over me as soon as we walked into one particular room and it felt like a darkness or coldness all around. Wanting to leave the room, I was dumbfounded when my son elbowed me in that exact moment saying, "Mom, I don't like this place. It feels bad." Looking down at him I questioned, "What do you mean, buddy? What feels bad?" He just shrugged his shoulders and said, "I don't know but I just don't like it here. It feels like there's a ghost or something bad here." I wanted to take him and run screaming for the car to sleep there for the night. Reassuring him that he had simply watched too many 'Scooby Doo' episodes as a kid, I secretly felt the exact same way. That whole night I kept waking up feeling strange then convincing myself I was just being silly.
You want to know the craziest part? When we got home I googled the place and it's reported as being one of the most haunted locations in Winston Salem. fantastic. It's one thing when you scare yourself from something you've heard or read, but when we were staying there, I literally had no idea. Zero. I just felt it and thought I was being ridiculous without having a clue.
Then there's the good. I remember as a little girl, my gram would always tell me that one day she'd have to go. I recall crying saying that I never wanted her to leave, but she'd reassure me saying, "It will be okay. You'll see me again much, much later, but until then, I'll send you little reminders that I'm with you and I love you."
I'd always ask for more specifics saying, "Like what? What will you do?" Smiling, she'd hug me and say, "Oh, you'll know when it happens. It'll be a rainbow when you least expect it or maybe flowers out of nowhere. I might have a butterfly land on your shoulder, but you'll know."
My birthday was earlier this month when nothing had begun to grow yet. When I woke up that morning to take the dog out, I smelled the prettiest fragrance that reminded me of her. When I looked down, out of nowhere, were these...
Let's start with the indifferent. I'm a therapist and I work in a skilled nursing facility. Even though we learn to deal with the loss of a patient, it never gets easier. You'd be surprised though, at how many times when people are near the end, they look beside me and smile, asking who the nice man is, standing nearby. I'm always alone in the room mind you, but nonetheless, there's a man they can see when I can't.
Other situations occur like awhile ago when a popular resident of ours passed away. He was known for hitting the call light in his room. When he passed, even though it was his time, it was a sad day and we missed him. Then, one afternoon, even though his room was empty, his call light went off. A co-worker went in to reset it only to have it ring again. Time after time she turned it off thinking it was a glitch until she finally laughed and announced, "Okay Mr. So-n-So. You can cut it out now. We hear you!" It stopped ringing from that point on.
Coincidence? Probably. Did it mess with our heads? Absolutely.
Then there's the bad. Our fifth grade son had a class trip to Winston-Salem, North Carolina earlier in the school year. A group of us decided to drive the day before and stay overnight for the early morning tour. Later that evening, my son and I were walking around the old hotel that was nothing less than beautiful. From what I understand it was originally built in the 1800's as a cotton mill.
Out of nowhere and for literally no apparent reason, I had the worst feeling. I wouldn't describe it as feeling sick so much as I would feeling scared or unsettled. It came over me as soon as we walked into one particular room and it felt like a darkness or coldness all around. Wanting to leave the room, I was dumbfounded when my son elbowed me in that exact moment saying, "Mom, I don't like this place. It feels bad." Looking down at him I questioned, "What do you mean, buddy? What feels bad?" He just shrugged his shoulders and said, "I don't know but I just don't like it here. It feels like there's a ghost or something bad here." I wanted to take him and run screaming for the car to sleep there for the night. Reassuring him that he had simply watched too many 'Scooby Doo' episodes as a kid, I secretly felt the exact same way. That whole night I kept waking up feeling strange then convincing myself I was just being silly.
You want to know the craziest part? When we got home I googled the place and it's reported as being one of the most haunted locations in Winston Salem. fantastic. It's one thing when you scare yourself from something you've heard or read, but when we were staying there, I literally had no idea. Zero. I just felt it and thought I was being ridiculous without having a clue.
Then there's the good. I remember as a little girl, my gram would always tell me that one day she'd have to go. I recall crying saying that I never wanted her to leave, but she'd reassure me saying, "It will be okay. You'll see me again much, much later, but until then, I'll send you little reminders that I'm with you and I love you."
I'd always ask for more specifics saying, "Like what? What will you do?" Smiling, she'd hug me and say, "Oh, you'll know when it happens. It'll be a rainbow when you least expect it or maybe flowers out of nowhere. I might have a butterfly land on your shoulder, but you'll know."
My birthday was earlier this month when nothing had begun to grow yet. When I woke up that morning to take the dog out, I smelled the prettiest fragrance that reminded me of her. When I looked down, out of nowhere, were these...
The flowers had not been there the day before and the strangest part of it all, was that it felt like she was right there with me, even though she's been gone a few years now.
So I don't know. Again, this all comes from a place where I don't really believe in ghosts. Angels maybe...but that's probably all I'd actually want to believe exist.
As much as I'd like to though, even I can't explain some things away regardless if they're good, bad or indifferent. As far as the good experiences go though, I wouldn't really want to. :)
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So I don't know. Again, this all comes from a place where I don't really believe in ghosts. Angels maybe...but that's probably all I'd actually want to believe exist.
As much as I'd like to though, even I can't explain some things away regardless if they're good, bad or indifferent. As far as the good experiences go though, I wouldn't really want to. :)
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