Do you believe in ghosts/spirits?

So the other day I was at my mom’s for lunch with BLynn and she started talking about this mansion in England or somewhere that was supposedly haunted. Now i’m all for talking about haunted things and such but i’m kind of a weenie when it comes down to arriving at such haunted place in the pitch black of dark. Anyways, my step dad was talking about when he was a teenager, having these experiences with an old woman that past away several years prior to him living there. He said that his room was up in the attic and at night when he was laying in bed he could hear and see the rocking chair rocking back and forth. He would also hear footsteps and moving things around on his dresser which he thought was his dad looking for his car keys. But one incident after several weeks of not sleeping in his room due to being completely terrified after several incidents that happened before then, he finally gave in and slept in his room. Which again he saw the chair rocking and heard footsteps, but as he hid under his blanket, he felt a hand on his shoulder and a little old ladies voice “You do not need to be afraid. I will not hurt you.”    

But he’s also had experiences with spirits in places he’s worked…a museum here in town which he would work at, he would feel spirits and such. So after he said this story, my mom chimed in and said that he’s felt Freckles walking around on the bed by his feet some nights. Freckles is my dear old friend (cat) that I got in 1996, she was my best friend for many many years, and she passed away in the summer of 2012. She was very old but have a wonderful life, had many litters of babies, one kitten which lives in the shed at my parents house, but Freckles was my best friend for most of my childhood. Then my mom said that one night she stayed in the guest bedroom (my old room…I live with my dad now) and her stomach wasn’t feeling well, and she said she felt Freckles jump on the bed and knead around by my mom’s belly and finally lay down. That’s nice that my dead childhood cat has no resentment towards my mom or step dad…no wonder I can’t ever sleep well in that house…my dead cat is haunting me in the night…idk maybe that’s silly.

THIS IS WHERE NON-BELIEVERS NEED TO STOP READING, BECAUSE IF YOU CONTINUE ON AND YOU GET UPSET AND LASH OUT ON MY COMMENTS SAYING I’M CRAZY, WELL THEN I’M NOT GOING TO ALLOW THAT…FYI…YOU’VE BEEN WARNED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Now i don’t haven’t been having experiences with my dead cat but i do have vivid dreams where my Grandpa Hank (killed in 1996) talks to me about what’s going on in my life or sends me warnings by freaking me the fuck out in my dreams…but i’ve been having some weird dreams about Layne Staley. Okay, i’ve never met him, i’ve never met Alice in Chains…but I have been reading about Layne Staley & Alice in Chains for almost 6 months quite frequently…watching their videos, listening to their music…pretty much channeling everything and anything that has to do with Layne Staley. But i’ve had two very good dreams about him…the first one, he and I were slow dancing…it was rockin’ awesome…he looked like he did in ’93 with his dreaded-up long hair and nice muscles…it was a good dream…the second dream, which was just last week, it was storming that night and I was having all sorts of horrible nightmares through the night…and he popped up in one dream and was explaining the music industry to me on the shore of some lake….I remember waking up and being really thirsty, so I got up and got a glass of water, drank it and came back to bed. As I crawled into bed…i left the light on for a couple seconds…looked around my room a couple times…and then turned off the light and fell back asleep. I could feel a presence in the room…now if it was Layne Staley, I don’t know…but I was rather confused. And so my dream continued on after I fell back asleep and he told me “You shouldn’t be afraid.” and I remember telling him “I’m not afraid, i’m confused…confused as to how you are here…talking to me in my dream, when we’ve never met in real life.” He may have said something but I don’t recall what it was…but also let me state that i’ve been going thru withdrawals from my drug addiction with meth recently. So maybe all of us addicts tie in together some way…IDK, i might just be crazy. But, i don’t think i am.