What did you witness that made you believe in ghosts?

I saw a reflection of myself at the end of a hallway in a friend's apartment building,

only he told me the day after there was never any mirror in the hallways.

Still confuses me to this day. I'm still not sure if I'm a believer,

but there have been some weird things in my life that I can't explain. When I was five years old, I woke up in the night and my grandma was standing at the end of my bed. She was wearing a teal blue skirt and matching blouse. I remember that it was summer and the sky was still light, but not light enough for me to read, so I guess about 9pm. I sat up, she put a finger to her lips, and I rubbed my eyes a couple of times, because sleepy, and when I looked back, she had gone. I just snuggled back under my covers, thinking how nice it was to see her, because I hadn't seen her for ages, and I hoped she'd still be there when I woke up. The next morning, my house was eerily quiet. My mum was in a worse mood than normal, but she had been crying,

so I asked her what was wrong. My grandma died the night before. She'd been crossing a road after

her bingo turned out at 8.30 p.m. about 60 miles away from where we lived. She'd had a massive

brain hemorrhage in the middle of the road and didn't even make it to the other side, let alone

to my house 60 miles away.

She was wearing a teal blue skirt and matching blouse. So in high school, I worked kids' birthday

parties. The place was basically a giant gym, and gymnastics and dance classes were also held there.

One day I came in, and one of the girls I worked with, who was very spiritual and very religious, was totally freaked out.

During the gymnastics class she taught that morning, one of the kids was staring up at the ceiling.

When she asked the kid what he was doing, he said, there's a little boy up there, and pointed at the ceiling.

Strange enough, but whatever, kids are weird.

Later, two girls who were working a birthday party

before mine came out at the gym and were visibly shaken. A pair of five-year-old twins went down a slide and then stared at the ceiling.

They both said that there was a little boy up there, in the same spot on the ceiling that the kid from the morning gymnastics class had seen.

We all went in and inspected the ceiling. Of course,

it was just a regular grey, warehousey ceiling, but we were all super freaked out at that point.

During another party I was managing, I was pushing a little boy on the giant swing we had in the

gym. He too began to stare at the ceiling and said directly to my face,

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