Post by Vivian on Oct 20, 2015 8:27:08 GMT
Vivian Torres
Professor Lane
Phil 8- Code: 9765
Sep. 30, 2015
Quiz #5
1. A subjective experience that could not be explained was when my sister and I lived in our old house in Downey. I’ve never seen what she saw but as a child I believed her. We shared a room together and we had bunk beds. She slept on the bottom bunk and I slept on the top bunk. Our door was always open for an unknown reason; nonetheless, there was a heater right outside or door and my sister, Jazmin, claims to seen an old lady in a white robe. She was scared and woke me up but I did not see anything. Seeing the old lady or not I was still scared because I believed my sister and I was afraid that she would pop out of nowhere. So the next morning Jazmin tells my mom what had happened the previous night and my mom discloses that before we bought the house they told her that an old lady died in that house. My mom had seen old pictures of her lying around when she was cleaning the house before we moved in and she said that the way my sister was describing the ghost sounded a lot like the old lady who died there. That was something that I could not explain because my mom had never shown us pictures of her so Jazmin couldn’t have hallucinated or imagined her when she saw her. That was something that I could not explain to this day.
Professor Lane
Phil 8- Code: 9765
Sep. 30, 2015
Quiz #5
1. A subjective experience that could not be explained was when my sister and I lived in our old house in Downey. I’ve never seen what she saw but as a child I believed her. We shared a room together and we had bunk beds. She slept on the bottom bunk and I slept on the top bunk. Our door was always open for an unknown reason; nonetheless, there was a heater right outside or door and my sister, Jazmin, claims to seen an old lady in a white robe. She was scared and woke me up but I did not see anything. Seeing the old lady or not I was still scared because I believed my sister and I was afraid that she would pop out of nowhere. So the next morning Jazmin tells my mom what had happened the previous night and my mom discloses that before we bought the house they told her that an old lady died in that house. My mom had seen old pictures of her lying around when she was cleaning the house before we moved in and she said that the way my sister was describing the ghost sounded a lot like the old lady who died there. That was something that I could not explain because my mom had never shown us pictures of her so Jazmin couldn’t have hallucinated or imagined her when she saw her. That was something that I could not explain to this day.