I've always been skeptical about religion. I tend to live by my own morals, not someone else's. But that doesn't mean I don't believe in at least something after death. I always think that the existence of a god, demon, or angel, and perhaps even a ghost, is dependent on the person. If you believe it is real it will be. If you do not, it ceases to be as well. I've only had one experience with the death of someone close to me. It didn't change my beliefs entirely, but I wasn't completely against the idea of these things existing anymore. Ever since my dear friend Sylvia (name changed for privacy, of course) passed away, I've felt... a presence, of sorts. Not like a complete ghost, but it's as if she's still there with me. It's been four years since she died, but with the help of a little stuffed beanie baby owl, Sylvia has been by my side.