The forgotten dead call to me.
I know it sounds creepy, but I can’t pass a graveyard without hearing them.
I’m not one of those special people like in The Sixth Sense or Stir of Echoes (great movie, by the way). I don’t see dead people or hear them speak. Not verbally, anyway.
I feel them in a different way — especially in tumbled-down old graveyards that seem abandoned.