I never really know if I do. I guess I want to, but haven’t really seen anything to make me believe them.
I thought of a short story once where ghosts were aliens, and humans were animals in a zoo. I should go back to that…
Anyway, a cool ghost story: I was changing my son’s diaper. Our first son, he was probably a little older than one year around the time this happened. He and I were in my room, where my wife and I slept. I heard the radio come on. The song was a love song.
The task completed, I carried my son back out to the living room and set him down in his playpen. My wife was cooking in the kitchen. We didn’t have a radio. We only played music on the computer, I remembered. So where was that song coming from?
I walked into the kitchen and found my wife cooking some lentils, or some other delicious dish. “Do you hear that?” I asked.
“Yeah,” she said. “Where is that coming from? I thought it was you, playing a joke on me.”
“Nope,” I said. Both of us perplexed, we walked to where we thought the source of the noise was, in our pantry.
Now to backtrack a little. We kept the trash in the pantry, which had a door, so that our son would not open the can and explore the trash, as fun for him as that was. An old boombox had sat next to the trashcan for some time, a few months or longer, and I’m not really sure why we never actually took it out along with the rest of the trash. The boombox was broken and would not turn on for the longest time.
My wife and I opened the pantry door and walked in. The boombox played music. The song was a love song. If it had been any song other than a love song (and man do I wish I remembered exactly what song it was) then we probably would have high-tailed it outta there. Instead we listened to the song and marveled at what was happening.
We eventually turned the boombox off. I tried to turn it back on to test it out, and of course it did not turn on. We trashed it soon after.
Weird stuff. Anyone out there have ghost stories to tell?