My Personal GhostsMy Personal Ghosts - by Jessica L. Cohen
You know, I'm starting to wonder if it's me. Maybe I'm haunted. Do you know how many weird things have happened to me over the past 24 years? It's funny - they say that a belief in ghosts opens you up to more paranormal experiences. My Mom's a believer, but my Dad's not.
I definitely am.
Let me give you a few examples. Naturally, I know that there are a lot of people who won't believe me, but I don't care. I believe me.
Let's start with a "when I was a kid" story. I lived in this really old, rundown house. According to my grandmother on my Mom's side, my grandpa died there in the living room. My Mom wouldn't sleep in there at night, as she often told us, because the shadows often moved a bit too much for her tastes.
There was another rumor circulating that someone was shot in the very back bedroom. For the record, up until the point that we moved out, there were two very bullet-sized holes in the back bedroom door.