I was spoken to by ghosts, only they did not reveal themselves in a visual form and they did not speak with voices, instead they spoke with energy. When I was working on my undergrad, I did a paper about cemeteries. I decided to go to the oldest cemetery in my tiny town, dating back to 1814. When I got there, one headstone stood out to me and made me feel sad. It was a marker for 3 little girls, all who had died by age 10.
A week later, I went back to visit them. I felt so sad for them, they were so young and their last names weren't even etched in the headstone. While visiting, I then got the overwhelming urge to look at the headstones behind their stone. I just ignored it and left. The following week I stopped by again. I got the same urge to look at the other headstones again and this time I went with it. Then I saw it, the back of their headstone. Written on the other side were their last names and the names of their parents. Then I felt this energy like someone telling me, "We are good parents, thank you, but we can take care of our daughters..." It seemed like the energy was all over, in the air, in the wind, and I could hear them even though they didn't speak.