Do you believe in Ghost Spirits?

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Hi, my name is Melessa, I was around sixteen years old when I had my son on June 28; it was the late 1990’s and it was my birthday. My son’s name is Corey and my mom’s name is Lillian.

We were living at 1 Crystal Drive apartment #4, in the North End of Dartmouth Nova Scotia. My Aunt Ula was living right beside our apartment too; my Aunt and I are very close to one another and still are to this day. I still tell her everything about me.

Before I go on, can I ask you a question? “Do you believe in ghost spirits?”

There was a time that I didn’t understand what ghost spirits were; I thought a ghost was just a mist, like somebody was making it up. I didn’t believe in them until Corey was 4 months old.

Are you ready, for my belief in ghost spirits?

In October before Halloween, I was staying overnight at my Aunt Ula’s place and my son was with my mom. When it was going on supper time my Aunt and I were having hot chicken wings; they were very spicy and it made my eyes water badly. After we were done with our hot chicken wings, we decided to watch a movie. I can’t remember the name of the movie that we were watching that evening. It was starting to get dark outside almost time to go to sleep and to dream about something that makes you happy.

“You’re not going to believe what I’m going to say next.” It was around 2:30 in the morning, I was in a deep sleep dreaming about my son, Corey, when I felt something touch me on my right arm twice through the night. I thought the first time it was my Aunt touching me, she didn’t even move at all, when I was trying to sleep. The second time something touched me. I woke up and looked over my right shoulder; I saw a black silhouette of a body that was a ghost spirit. It had dark deep red eyes and was looking at me through the door leading into my Aunt’s bedroom.

“What do you need and why are you here?” I asked.

When I asked that, the spirit looked at me. The spirit was trying to tell me something, but I couldn’t understand what it was trying to say. It was in French, and I don’t understand that language at all. “Can you talk in English?” I asked. Then it vanished into thin air, and I never saw that spirit ever again.

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