Despite my believe-in-signs-and-superstitions upbringing, I'm not sure I buy ESP. I do think ghosts exist, but not scary ones. Ones that are comforting --- romantic, even.
SO, for about a week and a half, I've been "hearing" Madeleine's mews. They are definitely hers --- Riley wasn't too terribly vocal. But it's Riley that I've been "seeing" out of the corner of my eye every now and then.
I'm not spooked by this. Nor do I feel I've slipped away from Reality. In fact, as stated before, it's been comforting in several ways.
I know these things don't constitute ESP, per se, so let me get to it in a different way. My father (last name initial "S"), once established a business with two of his friends. One's last name started with "P," the other's "E." Yes, they called the business "ESP."
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I lost my beloved African Gray parrot to cancer a few years ago. I had her for 30 years. I swear I can hear her chattering away or banging on her cage sometimes. It makes me forget she's gone.
Gone forever is too hard for our minds to accept.
I find the presence of our loved little ones so comforting. I'm still seeing Pilot even after two years.
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