Do I believe?

There are some things I believe in without question. I do believe in God. I believe in my husband and my best friends Cindy and Bonnie. They are both 'my rock' when I need one.
But those are sensible things to believe in, right? God, husbands (mine anyway) and best friends.

What about ghosts? I have often wondered if they really do exist even if I have never seen one. I have to say I have felt things that have caused me to ponder the existance of such things.

Once when I was in school, (my nurses training program which I was in for a year), I was living on a campus where there was some very old buildings. On the lower floor of my dorm building was the laundry room. I remember going down there one night and while I was the washer was running, I sat and studied. While studying, something tapped me on the back. I shrugged it off and waited for the person to say 'excuse me' but nothing happened. I looked up and there was no one there. I suddenly jumped up, grabbed my books and ran out of the room. I left my laundry there till the next day. Later I had heard that other people had such experiences there too.

I lived in an old farmhouse. I loved it there. But some of my friends and relatives could not see how I could live there as they felt very uncomfortable. My mom claimed she saw an elderly gentle man in her room one night. He did not scare her but she just saw him. My friend said she saw a hand above her one night as she awoke from sleeping. My cousin, who is very physic would stay outside when she came to visit. Her and another friend said the house made them feel strange. I, on the other hand always felt someone was watching over me. I had a good feeling about the house. Once when my mother in law was visiting, we were sitting at the table talking when there was a crashing sound in the corner of the kitchen. There was nothing there. No pots fell (which is what it sounded like) or anything like that. We started laughing and said it must have been 'ole Mrs. M.' who was an elderly polish lady who owned the house before us.

After that I always joked and said she was looking out for me. Later I talked to a man who lived there before me and he asked how I could live in that house as long as I had. We lived there thirteen years. He said they only lived in it a few months but they could not stand the goings on at night there. (I did hear foot steps going up the stairs a few times at night.)

I felt there was something there. Especially in the one room upstairs but I never saw anything. I just never ventured up there at night for some reason. I think that part may have been my imagination going wild. Or, maybe not.

But several people I know and trust claim to have seen ghosts. they could be real. Could they not?