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Originally Posted by BurnemWizfyre  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. |
Mine is very similar to this.
This happened in elementary school, but I remember it vividly because of how disturbed and scared I was by it at the time. I still think about it sometimes now whenever the topic of ghosts is brought up.
My Dad dropped me off at school and I was walking through the hallway to my classroom. Every day pretty much these two twin brothers would be goofing off outside their own room, and this morning was no different. We weren't really friends, but everyone knew them anyway because they were the only twins we had at the school at the time, and when you're young that is kind of cool, I guess. Anyway, the point is I know 100% that they were there, like always, as I walked by.
I get into my classroom and everything is normal, but then the teacher gets up in front of the class and asks everyone to quieten down. The intercom overhead comes on and the principal announces that we are going to have a moment of silence in memory of (can't remember their names) the two twin boys I mentioned earlier. They had died over the weekend.
Needless to say, I freaked the fuck out, but I didn't say anything because I was afraid people would just think I was lying and I didn't want to draw attention to myself. I was bothered by it the rest of the day.
Later that night I asked my parents if they knew for sure what had happened, and apparently the two boys had been playing around and got inside a freezer, which somehow locked when they closed it and they died inside. I never told my parents that I saw the two kids that morning though.
Basically, I think it's possible for spirits to linger, or it may even just be some kind of residual energy left behind where a person frequented in life. I don't know of a good explanation, but I do believe in ghosts because of this incident.