This is my opinion about ghost and after life.   

When I was younger I didn’t think much of ghost and afterlife.  I knew everything about living and dying, but I never thought about it, until one night.  I was walking down the hallway towards my Guardian’s bedroom, walking passed my bedroom I glanced in my bedroom and saw a tall skinny guy leaning on my door.  I took a few steps back because I wasn’t sure what I saw, but I was gone.  I tried shrugging the visual and the feeling of another presence off, but I just couldn’t and ran.

Few months later I woke up in the middle of the night to in sweat.  I tried turning on my fan, but it wouldn’t work so I set out of my room.  As soon as I took my last step out I felt someone walk by real fast.  So fast that it pushed me up against the walk giving me chills from head to toe, it hurt the most going down the spine.  While it walked by I saw, what it looked liked to me, green glow sticks.  I thought I was one of my sisters at first.  I walked in my sister’s room and both of them are sleeping.  I took a peek in my Guardian’s room to see if she was there, and she was.  I don’t remember how I felt that night.  I do remember telling my sister’s and Guardian but they didn’t believe me.

At that time I starting thinking about ghost and afterlife… more ghost.  I started to get into the Ouija Board.  I never had the real once so my cousin’s and I made our own with just paper and pen.  So for a few months we used it.  I started to stop using the Board when one Saturday day when I was talking to someone by Rooster.  I asked him what my boyfriend at the time was doing.  He told me he just got into a fight and broke the bracelet I let him wear which was my favorite.  I laughed and putted it away.  The whole weekend I didn’t talk to him.  Monday he came up to me and handed me pieces of the bracelet.  I asked him what happened and he told me he got into a fight Saturday.

I’m glad I stopped messing with the Ouija Board.  My little sister started to get nightmares and not remember them the next morning.  A few times when her and I would be the only the ones in the computer room she would stop what she’s doing and tell me to “shh”.  I stopped what I was doing and turned around because our backs are to each other.  Then she asks me “Did you hear that?  Did you hear that lady?”  She looked at me with a concerned look; she was about 13 or 14.  I told her it was nothing so I turned up the music and we proceeded with our homework.

Months later we moved, not because of the ghost, but because of something else.  When we moved in to our other house, another town, it felt bright no more darkness.

Brandy also told me she heard that old ladies voice over and over, and she kept asking her the same questions.   I asked her “what question?”  She said she kept asking her if she wanted her to kill us.  I looked at my little sister and my eyes started to tear up.  I don’t know what I believe I unleashed and worse they were doing something to my sister.  I noticed from the time she first told me about the voice to the time we were completely out of the house she hated her life and wanted to die.  She hasn’t said anything else about, but she did tell me that ever since we moved she never heard the voice again.

Those were some of my experience.  I had others but it was just hearing the hard wood floor creaking in my bedroom while I am sleeping.  Everyone in the family or whoever would spend the night would see something or feel something, but nothing bad.  Which comes to my questions.

Angry and/or Sad, ghost are they the only ones who make things fly and/or move?

I have noticed in experience, videos, and pictures that there are different looking ghost.  Some you can only see the outline of them.  There are ones that looks like puffs, white glow spot, mist, and I’m sure others.  I’ve noticed the ones that are angry or sad are black.  There are also ones that you can see them clearly.

If children have no sin then why are there children/ baby ghosts?

Why do children see and hear ghost?  Is there a certain age where a widow dividing living and the dead close?  Why doesn’t anyone remember their “imaginary friend?”

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