Let me tell you about my only experience with a ghost.
A month after my second marriage more than 20 years ago, I heard about my son's death. I left my new husband in England and flew to Australia to attend the funeral. When I viewed my son's twenty-eight-year-old body, which had been kept in cold storage for months while the authorities worked out his identity, his perfect features staggered me. Sometimes we don't see these things during everyday life. My first-born and I shared a special, loving relationship, woven from appreciation and trust, despite his wrong deeds.
My husband and I moved to a high-rise flat in a busy town, always hoping for a wonderful home in the country. Kym's picture decorated the hallway as a lasting reminder. Finally, with new jobs, my husband and I left the house during the day. When I arrived home, the picture sat on the floor, facing the front. Puzzling over the cause, I hung the heavy frame on the hook again. Same thing the next day. No damage. Just leaning on the wall. We checked the hook, discussed what could have happened—vibrations, and earth tremor but nothing would explain how the thread could have risen over the hook to release the picture. I prayed, spoke to his memory and ascertained a laugh followed by the words, 'you don't belong here'. We moved to the perfect cottage shortly afterward. The picture sits securely on the entrance wall.
Have you ever experienced an other-worldly spirit?