Do you believe in ghosts? I don’t. At least I didn’t, but something happened recently that nearly changed my mind.
The scriptures say it’s appointed for man to die once, then the judgement. (Hebrews 9:27–not an exact quote.) So how can there be ghosts? That was always my reasoning.
After that day, though, I wondered if I was misunderstanding something.
Here’s what happened:
I always make my bed, because my dog thinks he’s a human and has a right to be on all my furniture. (Anyone else have a pet like that?) Since I’d hate to sleep in dog hair, I make it. It looked like this when I left that morning.The Christmas throw is to give me an extra barrier between Mopey and my pillows. I went to work with my bed looking just like that each morning for weeks. When Mopey was up there, it looked a little scrambled, like my bathroom rugs after he’d had a restless night.
But then the day came when I wondered if I’d had a ghost in my bed. I came home as usual after work and went to my room to change shoes or put up something. Now remember, I expected the bed to still look like the one above. Instead, it looked like this–
I can tell you, it scared me so badly, I almost died! No human could have done it. No one had a key to my house, and I have a burglar alarm with a camera system. I went back through the pictures from that day and there was nothing. Not even a shadow. The alarm hadn’t gone off once.
It scared Mopey, too.
It took a lot to talk myself into going to bed that night. A lot of prayer, scripture searching, and exhaustion. Finally, I got in the thing and huddled close to the edge just in case there was movement on the other side. If there had been, I was out of there!
So the next morning when I was making the thing, I found Mopey’s Bonz (his doggie bone) on the other side. Made me wonder, had Mopey really turned it down that perfectly to “bury” his bone, or had a spirit done it just to say hello? (Or “boo!”)
I’m afraid I’ll never know.
Do you believe in ghosts? Are you a sceptic? Or, like me, are you on the fence?