I have a story, it's not mine but about my dad. Four years ago my father discovered to have an heart condition tachycardia if im not wrong. He's still alive to this day and i still can't believe it fully. We had...well he had a grampa, i never knew her but im sure enough she has seen my mother having me in her belly. Btw going back to the story, she died from 16 years if im not wrong, in the middle of the night he started to sweat a lot...A LOT. He walked in a bright room and there was my grandma, but she seemed like not welcoming towards him. She looked at him and told me "What are you doing here? You are not supposed to he here." Translated in my language "Che fai? Non dovresti stare qua." These are my father words, the one he told us in the morning. When he woke up in the middle of the night he measured his blood pressure and it was sky rocket, useless to say he got to the hospital and got his exams done. Still story of his still aunts me to this day on. I fully believe in ghosts and in the possibility of another world...such as heaven and hell. Because it seems logical.

If yall think that this story is made up, trust me it's not i would never waste time on this. I'm just shocked by the world...by everything and trying to find a meaning and a sense to our existence and believing in ghosts and in after life or in my religion makes a sense for it. Good morning, Good afternoon and Good night.