Cainkane1
Philosopher
Using myself and my father as an example we used to believe in ghosts. My father claimed our Welsh heritage made us believe in ghosts so we had no choice but to believe. He enjoyed talking about ghosts and his experiences with them. Disembodied voices and brief sightings. What I really believe about ghosts during this stage of my life is this. We enjoyed seeing spooks so our minds conjured them up for us. We got bored and then the spooks would appear. Nasty harmless looking things that were more pitiful than frightening. We both had the trait and we inherited it from my grandfather.
Ok I still get bored but the ghosts have disappeared. No more ghosts from the corner of my eyes.
The magic never left my dad though. He was a believer until he died.
Ok I still get bored but the ghosts have disappeared. No more ghosts from the corner of my eyes.
The magic never left my dad though. He was a believer until he died.