Top Ten Reasons to Believe In Ghosts
I believe in ghosts, and I'm no nutjob. I always have, but my beliefs have strengthened since my paranormal experiences in the summer of 2011.There are numerous ghosts living in my town, such as in the oldest church in the town from the 1700s, and a building where soldiers were housed and died of the flu during the revolutionary war. Ghosts have been sighted by residents in both of these places, and my town is a small town where people are sincere. Although most ghost experiences don't involve sightings, many do.
It's funny to think that all ghost sightings that were caught on camera are low quality
I cannot see ghosts because they are invisible. My sister died so she is in Heaven.
It's highly unlikely for every single ghost sighting to be fake.
The Bible says that ghosts are real. It says that ghosts are not the spirits of the dead, but the fallen angels of the devil, and that we should avoid them at all costs.
Millions of people believe in ghosts and millions have experienced their activities. Including me. Are we really going to call all of these people who are so certain of their experiences liars?
Electronic devices turning off and back on, sometimes in groups, can only be explained by the presence of the paranormal.
There are so many things that might haunt people like banging or crashing. You might hear the sound of rattling chains and moaning.
At an inn in my town that's over a century old, people have checked out in the middle of night because of terrifying experiences that include strange noises, gunshot sounds, and water and lights turning on and off.
Sudden chills when there are no open windows and no drafts can only be explained by the presence of the paranormal.
Ghost tales have been around since the beginning of time.
Ghost sightings most often happen where something tragic occurred.
I don't believe in ghosts, but I do believe in coincidences.
Earlier today I accompanied my dad to his hospital appointment and because it's a beautifully warm sunny day, we decided to take the scenic route through the hospital grounds. Dad stopped to catch his breath by a building. "Cor! It's got bloody cold all of a sudden," he said. I felt it too; it wasn't icy cold but more of a silky coldness; gentle, even. We decided to move on and as we did, I noticed a sign on the wall: "Mortuary Viewing Centre" it read. Like I said, a coincidence...