re: Do you believe in ghosts/hauntings?

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The real question is why people do the -- five (5). I got it at the first five (5). Redundant much?

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Sorry. I apologize.

No. Slept at the Myrtles Plantation for week, with running video, and didn't see or hear shite after review.

She was dreaming.

My grandmother in New Orleans used to like to take the bus to go shopping on Canal Street. Different time, different demographics…Anyway, she passed away in her half of the double. The other side of the double was occupied by my aunt, uncle, and a couple of cousins. Years after grandma died, my youngest cousin had a friend come over to play at the house for the first time. The little girl saw a photo of my grandmother and said she just talked to that woman. She said my grandmother was sitting on the steps out front and told the girl she was going to catch the bus.

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A few years ago, I nearly died. After a few weeks in the hospital, I got to go home.

My wife said something came home with me.

Over the next few days and the interactions with our animals, I believed her.

My dog hopped up on the couch where I was kicked back with a blanket. He layed down at my side and I began petting him.

As I start nodding off he looks at me and panicked. He jumped away and began barking, growling and showing his teeth. He was terrified.

A few days later our cat tried to rip my face off while I was taking a nap. Drew blood with her claws before I woke up and knocked her away.

I often wonder what it was they saw.

No. I will say that dogs do bark at things that aren't there in haunted places.

It honestly depends on how religious a person is and whether or not they believe in the afterlife.

As an irreligious guy, I never believed in the possibility of ghosts for almost my entire life until I saw the film “The Polar Express” several months ago. There’s a scene with the hobo and the boy on the train and the hobo says “Seeing is believing, am I right?” Then a couple of seconds later he asks the boy “do you believe in ghosts?”. The boy could clearly see him and that was the whole point.

That scene made me question what’s real and what’s not. It made me confront the possibility that there may be another dimension or alternate reality that none of us can see. It’s trippy but surreal at the same time.

The dark reality of life is that no one knows what’s on the other side, and that’s why the concept of religion exists. The unknown facts about what happens to a person after they die is something that people have speculated about for thousands of years.

I'd like to say no, but I'm practical enough to know that we don't know everything.

I've seen a couple weird things over my life, few and far between.

Maybe the most memorable was coming back to the family house the day after my dad passed (at home with hospice, and he was peaceful and ready for it). Next day, a red cardinal flew in through the back door, and perched on the leather sofa my dad used to sit at- which was another room away from that door. My brother and I thought it was neat, had never seen anything like that ever; we had dogs, and birds never came into the house. It hung out about 10 minutes, not scared of us at all, and not bothered by the dogs (who looked at it the whole time, but didn't act crazy like we'd expect them to). Then it flew off, and out through a window we'd opened so it could go. Heck, we even took a few pictures with our phones. Never seen a bird so chill in such a weird place.

Thought it was neat, told our sister about it (in another state, she hadn't come in for the funeral yet). She texted back about 15 minutes later, some stories about how cardinals are supposed to be spiritual messengers. I'd never heard that before, but when I looked into it there's a lot of stuff about it.
Do I think my dad dropped by to say goodbye and wish us luck? I don't really know, but I just can't swear that he didn't. I wouldn't mind if it turned out he did.

More recently, one of my son's cats died after a long and happy life, following my son around for close to 2 decades. Siamese-looking fella, nice old dude. My son buried him in the yard by some azaleas, even put a little stone piece there (my son loved that cat). Next spring, was doing some work in the yard, and darned if there wasn't a Siamese-looking cat, sitting on that stone watching us. Never saw a stray Siamese around my house before, or since. I took a few pictures, and called my son out to see. He stayed there awhile, then when we started to walk over (curiosity, ya know?), he hopped away down the street. Never seen that cat since. Rationally, I'm sure it falls into the realm of coincidence. But again, I'm ok with the possibility that a spoiled, loving family pet would check in on his human buddy. Wouldn't threaten my worldview at all.

I don’t really know if I do or not, but I do have a weird story. When I was younger (probably 8ish) my aunt and uncle got married at Oak Alley. At the time the wedding party essentially had free roam of the house, so my cousins and I (one is probably about 4 years older, the other a year younger than me) were on the second floor, and we all swear we saw two young kids, a boy and a girl younger than us, sitting on a bed in a room on the second floor. We all even agree on what they were wearing, white outfits (boy a shirt and shorts, girl a dress) with red accents. Both in calf high white socks. I don’t know if it was a childish game we were playing, but I know now nearly 30 years later we all still think we saw those two kids and all three of us still share the exact same story.