I welcome you to my blog. We all have different religions and different beliefs; some believe in the existence of certain things, while there are some people ready to argue to the end of the world that nothing like that exists. The belief in the existence of things depends on the individual, religion or culture. There are also individuals whose religion, culture or beliefs are the opposite of what they believe in, and then they start having issues with people around them, like family and friends, for wanting to deviate. Even amongst Christians we have those who believe in the existence of ghosts and those who don't believe ghosts exist, so sometimes it is not always about the religion or culture but about what the individual believes.

I have heard so many ghost stories, and I have seen so many ghost movies, with ghosts coming back to haunt both those that hurt and even the innocent. There have been so many ghost stories and movies, and the truth is that many of them painted a picture in my head. Some of the goat stories we heard from the elders in the neighbourhood were actually fabricated to scare us, and some of them did, but some were actually true, but since we felt a lot of the stories were fabricated, we concluded all of them were fabricated until we started seeing things for ourselves.
I did not used to believe in the existence of ghosts, but I think I have experienced them firsthand. When we were living in the northern part of the country, there was a house that no one ever lived in; it was vacant, but no one asked questions or even made an attempt to move in there because the moment you come into town, you are told the story of how a boy was murdered in the house, and after his murder, his spirit was still to find rest and never left the house. A lot of people moved in before it was abandoned, but they were forced to move out because they kept seeing things out of the ordinary play out in the house.
The house was empty, but at night you see light like a candle or lantern shining from the inside of the house, and you see movement and shadows passing the light, but countless times we go close to the house to see if there was really anyone in the house, and everywhere becomes dark, but you will hear whispers. I was not told this story; I saw it for myself. The only story we were told was why the house was abandoned, but seeing things play out at night, I saw with my own eyes.

From miles away, you see activities going on in the house, but you come close and everything dies down. They brought pastors to pray, but it never stopped until an appeasement was made so the boy could rest, and that was how the activity stopped, but until I left the North, nobody agreed to live in the house. It might not be a ghost, but that actually proves there is more to this world we live in than the eyes can actually see.