Do You Believe In Ghosts?

When Dave and I released the ebook for At the Meade Bed & Breakfast, we included an author conversation as part of the bonus material, where we talked about writing and the genre and so on. It was just as much fun as writing the story had been, and I was looking forward to having another conversation with him to include in the ebook edition of Walk the Sky. Alas, that was not meant to be, but at least we had that one conversation, and I guess that's enough. But the first question I asked Dave, as "At the Meade Bed & Breakfast" is a ghost story, was whether or not he believed in ghosts. His answer surprised me. I figured after what happened this week, it would be good to share his response for those who hadn't read the whole conversation. Here's what he said:

I can’t say I’ve ever seen one, but yes, I do believe in ghosts. I guess my closest experience with the “other side” was a few days after my mother died. She had given me a metal sculpture of a boat on the ocean and if you wound it up, the boat would ride the waves and music would play. I kept it in my bedroom, but I hadn’t wound it up in months, so it had been both motionless and silent in all that time. Then one night while I was in bed, staring at the ceiling a few days after she had died, it started up all on its own. I knew it was her, letting me know she was okay.