Just my luck.....

[palistov]

Ghosts totally exist.

My step-mom was married to her first husband Mario and lived in El Salvador. He worked as a crop duster. About 2 years after her second child, Mario Jr. was born, Mario Sr. died in an accident.

Of course, Mario Jr. was too young to understand his father was gone forever. About a week after his father passed, Mario Jr. was in his crib in the middle of the night making noises and yelping, as if he was playing with somebody. My step-mother peeked out to his crib and saw Mario Jr. grabbing the bars of his crib and rocking back and forth, laughing.

When she walked out to quiet him down, she asked him who he was laughing, talking and playing with. And of course, he said "Papa!".