I've never personally had any paranormal experiences... but I do believe in ghosts and spirits, and I know friends and family members who have experienced them.
When my mom was a kid, her and her four sisters all had to share one room in a one bedroom apartment while my grandmother slept in the living room. My mm said at night, the door would be open to their room and when you look out of it, you could seen the dining room table. Each night, there at the table, she (as well as her sisters) could see a family sitting at the table with a little dog. They didn't do anything - didn't harm anyone that lived in the house. One night, though, her eldest sister was sleeping on the top of the bunk bed and she suddenly couldn't breathe - because there was someone choking her. It wasn't one of the ghosts at the table, but a different one.
Another time, there were about six or seven of us sleeping in one small room one night after attending a high school dance - and two of the girls in there could see the ghosts. They said he was a little boy, and he was in the corner. My best friend was making jokes throughout the night, and every time she did, they said he would laugh. He said he thought she was funny. I was there for that one, but from I understand some people have the ability to see, or sense them, versus others don't.
My sister-in-law is the same way. From my understanding, if I'm not wrong the way she was explaining it is that she can sense their movements, sense their looks - but at the same time she can't really see them? I' don't know, in all honesty. My aunt had passed away from brain cancer last year a few days before my dad's one year anniversary, and the night she passed, we were all around the living room and in the kitchen, waiting for her passing. It took two days for her to finally pass, and on the day she did, we kept questioning what was taking so long for her to go - like why someone hasn't come to take her. Well, at the time, my sister-in-law said that there was an older woman at the bedside, at the headboard of the bed. She says she's not sure who she was, but she described the woman to us. It was my grandmother, my aunt's mother. My sister-in-law never met her, as my grandmother passed away before my brother met his wife. My mom, who was crying at the table with her other two sisters, kept wondering why my dad hasn't taken her yet.
My sister-in-law said my dad was there, right behind my mom, with his hands on her shoulders. He was communicating through her - to my sister-in-law, saying it was almost time and he wanted to make sure we were okay. My aunt passed away not too long after.
On my dad's one year anniversary, the whole family was around the table talking about him, remembering him. When it came to talking about the day of his death - something that was extremely hard for the family as a whole to talk about - my sister-in-law asked if she could see my tattoo that I gotten for my dad. I showed it to her. Later, she told me my dad wanted to see it and when he did, he touched my shoulder in thanks and love. He was there, to make sure all of us were okay - and that he was proud of us.
It's okay if people don't believe in this sort of thing. It happens. As I've said - I've never had doubts it has existed and in all honesty, knowing that my family who have passed on is there to still comfort us in our time of need is comforting, because it goes to show love that's strong will never break - even in another life. And it's okay to believe that their always going to be with you.
When my mom was a kid, her and her four sisters all had to share one room in a one bedroom apartment while my grandmother slept in the living room. My mm said at night, the door would be open to their room and when you look out of it, you could seen the dining room table. Each night, there at the table, she (as well as her sisters) could see a family sitting at the table with a little dog. They didn't do anything - didn't harm anyone that lived in the house. One night, though, her eldest sister was sleeping on the top of the bunk bed and she suddenly couldn't breathe - because there was someone choking her. It wasn't one of the ghosts at the table, but a different one.
Another time, there were about six or seven of us sleeping in one small room one night after attending a high school dance - and two of the girls in there could see the ghosts. They said he was a little boy, and he was in the corner. My best friend was making jokes throughout the night, and every time she did, they said he would laugh. He said he thought she was funny. I was there for that one, but from I understand some people have the ability to see, or sense them, versus others don't.
My sister-in-law is the same way. From my understanding, if I'm not wrong the way she was explaining it is that she can sense their movements, sense their looks - but at the same time she can't really see them? I' don't know, in all honesty. My aunt had passed away from brain cancer last year a few days before my dad's one year anniversary, and the night she passed, we were all around the living room and in the kitchen, waiting for her passing. It took two days for her to finally pass, and on the day she did, we kept questioning what was taking so long for her to go - like why someone hasn't come to take her. Well, at the time, my sister-in-law said that there was an older woman at the bedside, at the headboard of the bed. She says she's not sure who she was, but she described the woman to us. It was my grandmother, my aunt's mother. My sister-in-law never met her, as my grandmother passed away before my brother met his wife. My mom, who was crying at the table with her other two sisters, kept wondering why my dad hasn't taken her yet.
My sister-in-law said my dad was there, right behind my mom, with his hands on her shoulders. He was communicating through her - to my sister-in-law, saying it was almost time and he wanted to make sure we were okay. My aunt passed away not too long after.
On my dad's one year anniversary, the whole family was around the table talking about him, remembering him. When it came to talking about the day of his death - something that was extremely hard for the family as a whole to talk about - my sister-in-law asked if she could see my tattoo that I gotten for my dad. I showed it to her. Later, she told me my dad wanted to see it and when he did, he touched my shoulder in thanks and love. He was there, to make sure all of us were okay - and that he was proud of us.
It's okay if people don't believe in this sort of thing. It happens. As I've said - I've never had doubts it has existed and in all honesty, knowing that my family who have passed on is there to still comfort us in our time of need is comforting, because it goes to show love that's strong will never break - even in another life. And it's okay to believe that their always going to be with you.
I will never know.... 
:P
