by Ross Voorhees

Created on: April 17, 2009   Last Updated: April 21, 2009

Do hauntings occur? We like to believe they do. The problem is that it's nearly impossible to prove them when they do happen. It's easy for skeptics to come up with alternative answers that we can't disprove either, "You were just seeing things", "That's just light glare in that photo", "Someone was playing a trick on you".

People want hard evidence. Until we can pull a ghost out of our pocket and shove it in their face, or until someone comes up with a Ghostbuster vacuum, we're kind of stuck with nothing more than our belief in the stories we hear from those that have experienced these encounters.

Personally, I do believe that hauntings can and do occur. We just don't have the understanding or the tools to measure them yet. Logic tells me that we have a lot left to learn about our world and our universe, that there are things that effect our physical realm in strange ways.

Well, that and the fact that I have my own story to share.

Fresh out of my sophomore year in college, I needed to save some money, so my sister and I decided to share a small house situated in a decent, older part of town. It had two bedrooms, a small bath, a living room, and a kitchen with a recessed area for a small table and a few chairs. It was an ideal situation, because our work and school schedules meant that we'd rarely be at the house at the same time, except for weekends, so we effectively had a house to ourselves for the majority of the time. Shortly after getting settled in, some rather unusual things began occuring which ultimately led me to believe that we had a ghost living with us.

The first incident happened to me early one morning after the sun had risen and I was about to get up for the day. I heard the muffled voice of a woman talking. I couldn't make out what she was saying, but my first thought was that the voice was outside the closed window next to me, and what I was hearing was simply my neighbors out in their yard having a conversation. I sat up and looked out the window, and immediately realized that the voice I heard was coming from ABOVE me and not at all from outside. No one was out there, and as I turned towards the cieling, the voice immediately stopped. I checked for my sister, but she was already up and gone for the day. The house had no attic. I dismissed the incident by convincing myself that I had either been dreaming or hearing things.

And then I began noticing that someone was messing with my stereo system which sat in the livingroom. My mornings usually

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