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Wow, just sitting here reading that I got a goosebump or two. Its interesting and fun (fun is not the right word, but drawn maybe?) to think about the possibilty of ghosts.

I'm still skeptical, but I'm not wholly convinced that it's hogwash either. There are 2 places within just a few miles of my house that have stories that seem to never die and I always pass those places and wonder. One's an old town hall and ones a bar that's so old it has a dirt basement.

My own experience of when I was about 12 wasn't as visual as yours, but it still made me wonder.

I went into my room and turned on a light to read, and the light bulb flashed and died. I glanced at the clock and it was 7:20. We got a call about an hour later that my great grandmother had passed away and my Mom said she died at 7:20. Our great grandmother and our family were really close. She didn't live with us but she was at our house as often as we could have her there. She surely couldn't have been loved any more than we loved her, so maybe thats what the connection was.

The 7:20 time just struck me as a coincidence, but after that it seemed like everytime a light bulb in the house would go out it would be within 5 minutes of 7:20. That lasted for at least three years, and during the week of the anniversary when she died there were light bulbs popping left and right at our house. When we moved to a new house it never happenned again. But I still look at the clock when a light bulb blows.

I thought I didn't believe in ghosts, either, but we had a similar experience to yours. I don't know quite what to make of these things. There must be some kind of energy that we can't see between people. Or something.

My grandfather was in the hospital -- he was suffering from Alzheimers and had also broken his hip. My grandmother often stayed with us. A female friend of hers took her out to hear the symphony one night. At a precise time during the concert she turned to her friend and cried, "He is gone!" Sure enough, exactly at that time her husband of so many years had passed.

Neat story about the light bulbs and your granny.

Here's mine about my grandmother that I've told here not long ago. I was given her briefcase after she'd died. I knew what was in it wasn't important so when I finally got around to opening it, I wasn't expecting anything earth shattering. When I reached for one envelope that was facing down, I began to laugh so loud Mr. M heard from the other room and asked what the problem was. I somehow knew what was in the letter before I had even opened the envelope, turned it over to see the address, or even read it. Somehow, I knew my granny wanted send me a giggle. The letter was addressed to her sister and was dated about 30 years before. How the letter, with the cancelled postmark, came to be back in her possession and why she'd kept it and it found it's way to me is another good question. Anyway, she had written about an incident where my grandfather was playing a joke with me and it backfired with me getting into trouble - ooops. Of course it wasn't funny at the time and the family hadn't ever discussed the incident but somehow it came flooding back just from the back of an envelope.