I keep an open mind. I have never seen a ghost yet
My father died three years ago. A few weeks after his funeral at about 3 o' clock in the afternoon after tidying up the garden I was boiling the kettle for a cuppa when the phone rang. It was my Dad...he said 'Nah then lad, I just want to tell yer I'm OK and not to worry.'
I said the most stupid thing as my mind tried to work out what the hell was happening...'Dad, aren't you supposed to be dead?' 'Oh aye' he said 'but ah'm reet as rain, dun't go worrying owd cock.' Then the phone went dead. It was without a doubt my Dad, the way he spoke to me, the phrasing, it was him. I'm not religious, don't believe in ghosts, flying saucers or any of that guff. Still trying to figure out what happened. My wife heard my side of the conversation as well as she was in the kitchen with me.