Do you believe in ghosts? Well, I do. There are many different myths about ghosts. Most of them are scary stories, but my mom’s family has a nice ghost story they tell.
During a really bad thunderstorm, my mom, her brothers and sisters got to sleep on the living room floor. In the middle of the night, my Aunt Lynn was getting up to use the bathroom. She stopped when she saw a little boy dressed in a white baseball suit kneeling next to my mom; he pulled the covers up over her shoulders, kissed her on the forehead and disappeared.
The next day my Aunt Lynn mentioned this to my Grandma Pat. My grandma started to cry a little; she told Lynn that was her older brother Jimmy. My Grandma Pat and Grandpa Jim’s first child, Jimmy, died when he was two years old. They never told any of their other children that he was buried in a white baseball suit.
Do you believe in ghosts?
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