I have seen things for my entire life. I only knew they were dead people when I got older and people didnt know what I was talking about when I told them about seeing someone. I know they were ghosts. Never cared about others opinions. Until I was reminising about a cousin of mine whom was hit by a car and killed, at age 6. My grandmother was furious at me for talking of playing with her in her playhouse. I later found out she died almost 7 years before I was born. Years later I talked to my grandmother about it again. And told her id tell in detail and she could make her own assumption, but I was being honest. I told her about her hair style and her big brown eyes, he dress and her doll. My grandmother wheeped the whole time I spoke. I had discribed her favorite dress and the dolly she never was without. She told me she believed me, but she has never spoken of it again, and ignores me when its brought up. I'm sure because it was painful. But what is so hard to believe about the idea?
2007-07-22
16:11:28
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