Powerful!
My way of saying thank you one gospel song at a time. THANK YOU!
Powerful!
My way of saying thank you one gospel song at a time. THANK YOU!

Do you believe in ghosts? I do having seen a few in my lifetime especially in Asia during my stay there. That was in Asia, I am in Europe now and it seems they exist here as well.
Some of you know that I spent a week in the hospital just recently. The first day after the operation, I was in a hospital bed and I had the room to myself. I was too pissed about all the attachments I had taking up space and one foreign object within me. The last one didn’t set too well with me. I had no choice in the matter and it would stay for another four days!
Anyway, coming back to the spooky part. The first night in the hospital was quiet and the night staff were noisy. They were talking and cutting up. I listened for a while not being able to sleep. The day had been filled with unknowns and my body was refusing to quiet down. It was still on high alert.
I was dozing on and off when I finally woke up with a start. I saw this older woman dressed in a 50s style cardigan paired with a below the knee skirt. Her hair was all white and she was facing away from me! She had a walking aid in front of me and was moving slowly towards the door! I gulped and sat up. Then I saw him. He was much younger and dressed in navy blue shorts. Looked like he had an injury to one leg and had a crutch under one arm. He was also moving towards the door, his back facing me!
What did I see?!! Just my hyped-up brain playing tricks on me or was it what I think it was? I don’t know but I stayed up for the rest of the night! I didn’t see anything else during my stay there. If you’re thinking it was the meds or the painkillers, I wasn’t on any.
Hmm…it is interesting how the details remain. I still see her in my mind’s eye, she was skinny and the cardigan had an orange floral pattern on it. I’m glad they left me alone!
SPOOKY!

I didn’t find it on the street but in a supermarket. I suppose that counts as well.
It was early morning and I needed to a few items. Walking into the supermarket, it was quiet, much too quiet. Not many people were out and about and the aisles were empty except for a few early birds like me.
I went through the aisles looking for what I needed, found the items, and was about to walk out when I saw something on the floor. It looked like paper but at closer inspection, it was a 50 euro bill! I picked it up and wondered what to do.
Should I hand it in? Should I keep it? Should I leave it where I found it? Of course, that last thought didn’t come into play much. Hand it in? Why? I think they keep it for about three months hoping or expecting the person who lost it to show up and claim it. However, there was no identification attached to the bill, so how would they know who to give it to.
Decision made. I kept it. Feeling sorry for the person who lost it, I walked out 50 euros richer!