Tricky. Hmm. Well, can't say your experience was supernatural, but, yeah, I rather believe. Mostly because of my idea that reality is bigger than we think it is (mainly because I was raised in a religious household, I assume).
a. Some things of my great-granddad's seem to have kept a bit of him. Ex: When his old chair was up in my grandma's attic, there appeared to be a man, invisible to everyone but very vocal, who liked to walk around creepily, knock things over, and yell at her dog (he never liked dogs). Ex 2: When my dad wore his cowboy hat, he won at poker twice with three sixes both times. Which is worrying for my great-granddad's sake. Not as bad, but the hat definitely gives off a super creepy vibe.
b. My house was once exorcised because, apparently, a ghostly lady-in-red had decided she belonged there. House was build in the 1920s or some such. Unsurprising. There was also a guy named David who really wanted to go to Africa. I'm pretty sure he died before his trip.
c. I'm pretty adept at telling when someone is dying--well, about to die soon. I've managed this with two people. It's sad. I've done basically the same thing with animals.
Basically, the supernatural, like mentally disabled people, enjoy my presence immensely for reasons I don't exactly know. Or I'm crazy. But I don't think it matters since it hasn't particularly effected me, just left me sad when I was well aware two people I knew were, basically, on their deathbeds and was aware a couple of cats were dead before I was told later in the day. Otherwise I'm good.
