I saw my best friend that died when he was about 10 year's old at my brothers funeral. He was still the same but was glowing white while walking behind his mother.

I didn't tell anyone about this because everytime I tried to I would break down, so I just moved on and I could of had a hallucination due to the situation of losing my brother to /trigger/suicide/trigger/....

Anyway I know what you are describing because my mother was cutting vegetables in the kitchen on the counter. And bet favorite knife disappeared into thin air. She got very angry at my father and I for at least a week, always implying that were playing a practical joke on her.

Weeks went past and out of hell's gates, the. Knife returned to the exact spot, dirty with the vegetable mixture on it.

Till this day, nobody wants to even speak about it. I mentioned it numerous occasions and the topic was just off limits. This frustrated me so much.

There are other things that have happened, like paintings falling off the walls at night, simultaneously by the distinctive sounds.

There was even time where my wife at the time was staying at my parents house so we could save, anyway she claims to have bumped into a figure in the corridor on her way to the bathroom..idk...

Do I believe in GHOSTS?

I used to. To the point where goose bumps would engulf my upper torso. So I started taking a torch.

I was really drunk one night and I screamed in the middle of the night "GET OUT, YOU'RE NOT WELCOME HERE".

Nothing since then.

I think it's not a logical thing to say, because no matter how hard you try to persuade someone to believe you, they just won't.

I forgot who's quote, but it's something along the lines of, people dislike what they don't understand.

But know this. I believe you.