[BurnemWizfyre]

Yes and heres my ghost story. My uncle harry lived in a hospice home the last year of his life he had AIDS was right down the road from spohn hospital. Every sunday like clockwork my father dragged me to visit my uncle at this home along with my grandparents ( i was in highschool at the time and dint have a choice in the matter). Like i said every sunday hospice home, after a few months we had got to know a few people that lived as well other then my uncle harry, one guy in paticular who had no family and never once had a visitor. For the life of me i cant remember this guys name, bare in mind this happened when i was 15 and im near 30 now. Anyways we will call the guy terry it might even be his name, anyways everytime we visited he was always sitting on the couch watching tv. We always stopped and visited with this guy before we went up to my uncles room, well one day like we always did we came inside and there was terry sitting on the couch watching tv. We sat and chatted with him what had to be 5 minutes easily, then proceeded upstairs to visit with my uncle. When we were leaving as normal we expected to see terry downstairs and tell him bye and we would see him next week.

When we got downstairs terry wasnt there, so my grandfather called one of the nurses who was in the kitchen and told her to tell terry we were sorry we missed him on our way out, that we will see him again next week. The nurse then begin to explain to my family that terry had passed away, my grandfather shocked to hear the news (as well the rest of us to be honest) asked how there could not be no commotion, or how we could have missed an ambulance showing up. She then explained to us that terry had died on tuesday, my grandfather began to get very nervous and i dont know what exactly he thought to this day but he dint ever want to talk about it refused to believe the conversation we had with a dead man actually took place.