Haunting and Ghosts.

We have all heard of Ghosts and Haunting.

They are folks who have returned to their own homes or some place where they were happy or tied to.

Why do they feel housebound to a certain place?

Happiness or sadness in those places?

I cant answer all the questions, but i can give you the story of my grandfather:
They day he went out he died he popped to the pub and told my gran he would be home shortly, at the pub he had a heart attack in his car and was found dead... He did come home but my gran didnt realise and if she did she didnt acknowledge him many years later when I moved to UL to live with my gran i realised he was in the house but no one believed me... I didnt tell my gran because i didnt want her to be sad but all he actually wanted (I only realised after I got older) was that he wanted her to know he had come home... he was very persistent at first I could hear him breathing and walking around my bed but a few years later he would turn on lights run taps and bump stuff off the counter which wouldnt smash on impact it would roll across the tiny kitchen then smash lol Grandpa Jack had quite a sense of humour as he did this in front of everyone - my dad was in denial and would blame us even if it happened in front of his own eyes...

i really wish I had had the courage to tell my gran...

Onyx wrote:I cant answer all the questions, but i can give you the story of my grandfather:
They day he went out he died he popped to the pub and told my gran he would be home shortly, at the pub he had a heart attack in his car and was found dead... He did come home but my gran didnt realise and if she did she didnt acknowledge him many years later when I moved to UL to live with my gran i realised he was in the house but no one believed me... I didnt tell my gran because i didnt want her to be sad but all he actually wanted (I only realised after I got older) was that he wanted her to know he had come home... he was very persistent at first I could hear him breathing and walking around my bed but a few years later he would turn on lights run taps and bump stuff off the counter which wouldnt smash on impact it would roll across the tiny kitchen then smash lol Grandpa Jack had quite a sense of humour as he did this in front of everyone - my dad was in denial and would blame us even if it happened in front of his own eyes...

i really wish I had had the courage to tell my gran...

Actually that's a lovely story,Onyx.   His first thought was to think of your gran.
That's what I call love....
There's always a reason then,to let us why we hesitate to leave our loved ones.