I am what you would call a sensitive. Spirits enjoy my company. I have always had them around ever since I can remember.

In my childhood home, the tv would turn itself down, lights would shut off, and our dog barked at nothing.

In college, I saw the spirit of a girl. I was in bed, on the top bunk. My roomate often arrived home after I was already asleep. One night I woke up to the squeek of the bed springs below. I leaned over to see. I saw Marcia sitting on her bed, her long blonde hair flowing down her back. As I looked, she laid down. I said, "Good night Marcia." Silence, so I went back to sleep. When I got out of bed, she wasnt there, and her bed had not been slept in! Later that day, to ease my mind, I asked, "Marcia, did you come home late last night and then leave early for class this morning?" Marcia said, "No, I stayed over at Tony's. Why?" All of the blood drained from my face. I said, "I think I spent the night with a ghost!"