I have many ghost stories, I'm always afraid someone is going to think I'm crazy when I share them. I'm a very sensitive person. I think it's one of the reasons I seem to see or feel the things I have.

Good stories,

We bought a beautiful Paso Fino right out of the killers pen at an auction. Her name was Chiquita. That horse and I truly bonded. I felt like she was the horse version of me. She was the spookiest horse I've ever meet, But we taught each other a lot. To make a long story short... After owning her about five years. Because I hated how my dad "trained" her, And the fact my mom was scared she would really hurt me while I was riding her. We sold her to an amazing woman. A year after we sold her, Chiquita and her new mom went to her very first show. They won all of their classes. But the next day Chiquita coliced, They tried everything to save her but had to have her put down.
When we owned Chiquita I used to sing her this one song all the time. It was Chiquita's song to me. She loved that song (don't ask me how I know.. I just knew).
This is where the ghost part comes in. I'm home alone and for some reason I turn the radio on. Chiquita's song came on and I got really sad thinking about her (which was weird because I felt good about where she went). I thought I really needed to get hold of her new mom to see how she's doing. Cut to about a week later,We get an email letting us know about the show...And that they had to put her down.
It was about a month later when my mom and I were outside checking on the horses. My mom called out to me wanting to know if I could see all the horses. I yelled back yes they were all begging to be loved on. She came over to me and told me she just saw Chiquita running into the barn. About a week after that I saw her when I was feeding the horses. She still comes around every once in a while.

When I was really little I had a pet goat I was really close to, That died when we were out of town. My family had him buried before we ever got home so I never had a chance to say goodbye. My mom didn't tell me about it until right before we got home. I was alone in my parents room crying over my poor goat, When I felt a hoof (sounds so stupid..I know) on my hand. It felt comforting to me and somehow I knew it was Billy.

After my dog died this year ( May 29th) I have felt her around me. To the point I have almost yelled at someone for going to sit where she *was* before seeing she wasn't after all. Still spelling Someones Here. When thing have gotten to hyper or loud I go to jump on her before she could attack a dog. This dog was my everything. I miss her so much. Last week I kept hearing the songs I was singing to her on her death bed. On the way to my brother's football practice my sister was listening to her MP3 when one of those songs came on she had me listen to it, While fighting back the tears I see a billboard that says You are loved! Unconditionally. I felt it was a sign from her. On her death bed I kept asking to send me a sign once she passed on to let me know she was fine. That night we were watching Blind Date (which we always do) and they must have said Princess twenty times right in the beginning. The one that really got me was when they said " Spoiled little princess". My dog's name was Princess and everyone that ever met her said she was spoiled(not in the bad way,Just well loved). Not long after she died my mom saw her and her sister who passed on the year before laying on the couch together.Said they were both smiling ( If you know Boxers you know that lovely smile of theirs) Looked like they were waiting for her.


That's all the good stories I can think of right now. Let me know if your interested in the creepier ones.