Do You Believe in Ghosts?

Out of the corner of your eye have you ever caught a glimpse of something, and then when you turn it’s gone?

Have you heard creaks and bangs that can’t be explained?

Has the temperature around you suddenly become chilled?

Do you believe in ghosts?

I do!

Ghost and witches have to be the most fun and versatile creatures to write about. Your ghost can be solid or transparent, look perfectly normal or hideous, be nasty or nice, helpful or mischievous.

I’ve personally experienced a few incidents that can’t be explained. The one that stands out the most is the time I was zapped by the voodoo queen Marie Laveau.  My husband and I were in New Orleans touring St. Louis Cemetery #1. We were with a group, and when we stopped in front of Marie’s tomb the strangest sensation came over me. I became dizzy and had to sit down. I felt so bad we had to leave the tour. The further we got from the cemetery the better I felt. Now, my husband will tell you it was heat exhaustion, but it wasn’t that hot and I felt fine until we stopped in front of the tomb.

The second was when I was having afternoon tea at an old house with three of my friends. The house had been converted into a combination B&B/tea room. The house is listed as one of the most haunted houses in Ohio and has had numerous ghostly sightings. I told the owner I was an author and was planning on using a haunted historic home in my next book. She was gracious enough to let us tour the bedrooms upstairs. I felt absolutely nothing until we stopped in the doorway of one bedroom. What happened next was one of the scariest things I’ve ever experienced. I was standing next to my girlfriend and suddenly I was hit with a force so hard I grabbed her arm for support. I began to tremble uncontrollably and a sensation of extreme sadness came over me. All I could say was “Get me out of here.” My one friend, who believes in ghosts about as much as my husband does, said I turned white and that the look of fear on my face made a believer out of her.

My uncle’s house in Michigan is located in the Irish Hills. The house, which sits on a hill overlooking Sand Lake, was built in the late nineteenth century. As old houses do, it has its creaks and groans. But in this case it hasn’t only been me who’s heard the footsteps when there’s no one there, doors banging shut when nobody is coming in or going out, and seeing the hair on the back of the Labrador retriever stand on end as he stares into an empty corner and growls.

One night while we were visiting and everyone had gone to bed, my husband was reading on the couch when he began to hear bumps and bangs coming from the kitchen. The skeptic that he is, he couldn’t resist getting up to take a look. He figured it was as good a time as ever to meet his first ghost. He didn’t see anything, but he had to admit he heard something.

If you’ve ever had any ghostly experiences, I’d love to hear from you. Please leave a comment.

Debby

8 Responses to “Do You Believe in Ghosts?”

  1. Alyssa Maxwell January 20, 2014 2:47 pm #

    I can’t say anything like what you’ve experienced has ever happened to me. But I do feel a strong energy when I’m in a very old historic place. I’ve always been drawn to historic places, even as a kid, and it makes me feel happy in a very deep way, as well as connected to something bigger than everyday life, if that makes sense.

    • Debby Grahl January 20, 2014 4:26 pm #

      Alyssa,

      Alyssa, I know exactly what you mean about energy. I can walk into an old house and feel a sense of peace and, in another, turmoil.

      Although, I have to admit if I ever came face to face with a ghost, I’d probably pass out.

      Debby

  2. Mary Ricksen January 20, 2014 3:56 pm #

    If you want ghosts, what better place then New Orleans. I too have had several experiences that I can say defy explanation. Once I was talking to my dead grandmother who loved me move than anyone or anything. I was crying over something and I felt a gentle had on my shoulder, when I looked at my shoulder I could see imprints of fingers on my skin. Freaked me out!! I know it was my gram trying to comfort me. My grandparents house was riddled with the spirits of family members who died there. Every picture taken there has an aura!!!!!! Miss you Debby!! See you soon!

  3. Debby Grahl January 20, 2014 4:27 pm #

    Wow, Mary, I had an experience like that with my grandmother. I swear at the funeral home she stood behind me and told me she loved me. Talk about chills!

    Hugs! Debby

  4. Barbara Durham January 20, 2014 5:20 pm #

    Deb – it is something what you have experienced in your life with ghosts! All of those experiences are what have made you a great Author!!! Can’t wait to see you at your Book Signing with the Emerald Readers next month in Punta Gorda, Florida!

  5. Sara Commet January 20, 2014 9:23 pm #

    Debby,
    Of course the Sand Lake house is tops on my list too. A good “ghost” story, is my Grandma Nielsen. She always said that before she passed, she would find a way to let me know she is with me. Shortly after she passed, I started finding dimes everywhere. I still find them in the oddest places, when I turn the bed sown, on my chair at the office, in the middle of the floor. I keep all the dimes in a jar. Grandma was with me on my 2st birthday in Vegas, and she loved Vegas. The best way I can think to honor her is to take the dimes with me to Vegas next time we go :) Lots of Love! Can’t wait for the book :)

  6. Debby Grahl January 21, 2014 8:32 pm #

    What a great story, Sarah, thanks! xoxoxo

  7. Sherry Alessandro May 13, 2014 7:33 pm #

    Debby,
    I’ve actually had 3 separate experiences that I feel were very real ghost encounters. First was when I was expecting my daughter and living in an old house on a farm that had been turned into an park by the county and there was actually a family grave yard up on the hill above our house (we were renting at the time). One night late, I was alone and I was visited by a woman and small girl and I could hear their voices plainly as they were talking the entire way around the exterior of my house. I told myself not to worry, the doors and windows were locked no one can get in. I felt a chill and I couldn’t move. Then I could hear them inside my house and they must have floated up the stairs because all of a sudden they were at the foot of my bed. I could feel them looking at me but again, I couldn’t move or open my eyes. They talked about my state of pregnancy and how happy I must be. The next thing I knew, they were gone. More to follow…

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