#3 Believing in the Dead

Believing in the dead depends on the person's experiences with it. If the person haven't felt, heard, or seen ghosts, of course they wouldn't believe in them. But in if you have encountered them in anyway, ghosts will always exists at the back of your mind.

In the past, I have always believed in them because my older siblings had told many stories about them. Well, I was still little so I was so amazed at their stories that I was so cautious about ghosts especially at night. But as I grew older, I questioned their stories. Some of them could be true but many of them were very impossible. I thought about how stupid I was to believe in them. Especially the ones that my friends told me. My siblings always scared me that ghosts would be waiting for me outside the gate if I would go out to play. That was the reason I didn't enjoy much of my childhood.

At one point, I stopped believing in them but when I started to feel their presence, I was afraid that they truly exists. My most common experience is when they have fun in teasing me. They hide my things and when you had already searched everywhere and give up, it would just appear at the place that could be easily seen. It makes me angry especially when your in a hurry then when your ready to go, you notice that your cellphone or ID isn't with you anymore. I also had an experience in my room. When I was sleeping early, I woke up at 2:37 am and noticed that someone or something was slowly pulling my blanket off of me. Have you ever felt very curious but too afraid to look at something? That was how I felt. I wanted to know what it was but my body wouldn't listen. I was too afraid to know who or what it was. I just forced myself to fall asleep and take that thought out of my head. There was also a time when I was walking home very late and on my way home I passed through a gazebo and I saw someone, whom I  assumed was a girl because she was sitting like a girl, wearing all black. The only thing I saw was her eyes and when I looked at it clearly she had read eyes and worse, it was looking straight at me. I was stunned for a moment and I ran for it.I kept silent about it because I didn't want my siblings to make fun of me, believing in ghosts or other things.

And now, I still believe that ghosts do exist but I am not that afraid of them like how I was back then. Hearing voices, Feeling strange things, or seeing something wrong, I wouldn't mind them anymore because if you do, they would just like to play with you more until you wouldn't want to be alone at night.