I'm open to the possibility that ghosts exist. Who's to say that we don't leave something of ourselves behind when we shuffle off of this mortal coil?
When I was a small child, a toddler, my mother would hear me talking to someone in my room. When she asked who I was conversing with, I told her "the lady comes and talks to me". I have no recollecting of this, but it freaks me out to this day....
My mother also swears that days after my grandfather (her father-in-law) died, she would see him pacing the floor of his house like he used to when he was alive.
And my neighbor had a son in his early twenties....when I was about 3 or 4, he was killed in a car accident. I remember it vaguely, because this young man was always friendly to me. Years later, though, my neighbor's grandson - the deceasd man's nephew - swore that when he stayed over at my neighbor's house, he would hear his dead uncle calling to him.
Spooky shit.
Art Bell is great to listen to. I don't believe any of the shit I hear on the show, but if you get drunk or stoned and listen to it late at night? It can fuck with you. I find TooL's "Faaip de Oiad" to be fucking scary as hell.
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"Being a bastard WORKS."
--Spider Jerusalem