I don't believe in ghosts, and I still don't, to this day. It's nothing personal and nothing against those who do believe in them, but my own beliefs will not allow it. But... I do have a couple unexplained stories from my past, and I do not know if they have logical reasons or if they were just dreams. I am curious about your honest opinions, nonetheless, and I have written to you for answers.
I was really into goosebumps when I was younger. I was watching a movie made from one of the books about a piano where the ghost in the book is just a pair of hands that plays the keys. The song in it was really haunting. Later that night, I'm asleep and I hear the piano playing that song outside my bedroom (it was down the hallway in the sitting room). So I get up and I can still hear it as I walk down the hall, but when I get into the room with the piano, it stops. I go back into (well, run back into) my room and get back in bed and it starts again. Of course by this time I'm terrified, so I just suffer there in bed listening to it until it finishes and I go to sleep with my light on.
I'm thinking it was just a dream from being scared by the movie? But then why do I remember opening the door and feeling the floor on my feet when I investigated? My second story, that convinces me more than this first:
We had four black cats (no, I'm not superstitious - these cats brought more luck than misfortune!) and when a couple of them died, I used to see shadows out of the corner of my eye, like a cat jumping on a counter or crossing into another room. But no cat was there when I looked again. My mom said it was just because I was used to seeing them. When my favorite cat died that I had been very close to all my life, I swear I could still feel her jump on the end of my bed at night and lie down. I would sit up sometimes to pet her or feel for her, but of course, nothing.
Since both these instances I have seen neither hide nor hair of a ghost, and after my mom told me that the cats were just my imagination used to seeing them run around, I stopped seeing that as well. But were these real encounters? Especially with my beloved cat?
The first occurence was with a kitten we named Neo. When we first found him, he was sickly and we didn't really expect him to survive but with an antibiotic we got from a local vet, he did survive although during the time that he spent with us, he would sneeze constantly.
Anyway, he was with us for about a year when he suddenly disapeared. Being a male, I figured he had just taken off, perhaps taking up with another family as cats often do.
But it was not long after Neo's disapearance that odd things started to happen. There are cats, who decided to adopt us, that stay in our back yard. Being soft-hearted and not willing to see animals starve, we feed them. One day, I opened the back door to feed them and saw a grey streak racing towards me and could actually feel it run between my legs. Thinking it one of the cats wishing to explore our home, when I went back inside I expected to find a cat which, to my surprise, there was none.
The last occurence I had with Neo was when me and my son-in-law were in the living room and both of us heard a sneeze. My son-in-law thought that the sneeze belonged to my neice but I knew that this was not the case. I looked towards the kitchen and it was then that I saw Neo but only the upper portion of his body.
He looked at me, nodded his head and disapeared and since that time, I have not had an encounter with him.
The most recent encounter I have had was with an old female cat we had named Mama Cat because of all the young she has had over the years. A couple of weeks ago, she disapeared and I just figured that because of her age, she had gone and passed away. But two days ago, as I was again feeding the backyards cats, I was surprised to suddenly see her appear. She climbed up onto the porch, I spoke to her and was about to pet her when I had a feeling that I shouldn't touch her. Anyway, I went back into the house to get some more food and when I returned, she was gone and since then, I have not seen her again. During this time, I also noticed that one of the cats would not come up onto the porch as long as she was there.
So yes, I do believe in the possibility of our loved pets coming back to us in spirit form. I'd also like to point out that I have been writing a novel where the characters are cats. Twice, I have come to an impasse on my writing. The first was when Neo reapeared up and the second, Mama Cat. I wonder if this is their way of telling me to finish what I've started.