posted on February 18, 2001 02:21:48 PM new
I'm curious to see what the response will be to this question. I'm in the process of writing a book about some pretty strange things that have happened in my family over the years on the subject of the "paranormal" and I'm wondering if anyone else out there has had any experiences that they'd like to share (if they dare!).
Here's one story I'll share here and if anyone suggests a straight jacket, then I'm outta here!
This is an excerpt from my book: (FYI - Donna is my sister and this event took place in September, 1997)
"While we were growing up my grandmother (my mother’s mother) always included hankies with the gifts she gave us. These weren’t plain white hankies, but dainty ones with pretty, embroidered designs. A few days before Donna was to be married she set a few things out on her bureau that she would carry in her bride’s purse. Among the items was one of the hankies my grandmother had given her. My grandmother had passed away two years earlier and Donna was sad because she wouldn’t be there to see her married. The hankie was Donna’s way of including my grandmother on her special day.
The night before the wedding my sisters and I and a friend of Donna’s all spent the night at Donna’s apartment. Donna took us in her room to show us her gown and everything else that she would wear or carry with her the next day. She told us about carrying the hankie our grandmother had given her and when she turned to the bureau to show it to us it wasn’t there. She saw it there earlier in the day and was certain she hadn’t moved it. Everything else that she had set out with the hankie was still in place. Donna’s room, as well as her bureau, was exceptionally tidy so it would be easy to see if the hankie had somehow been knocked off the bureau and onto the floor. We searched all around the bureau, on the floor, and underneath it. We did a thorough search of all the drawers, which were as neat and tidy as the rest of the room, but we couldn’t find the hankie. Donna had other hankies that my grandmother had given her and said that even though she wanted to carry that one in particular, if we couldn’t find it she would choose another.
The missing hankie made Donna think of my grandmother all the more and that night when she went to bed Donna told my grandmother that if she was there to please let her know. The next morning when we were getting ready Donna called all of us in the room and there in the top drawer of her bureau, lying of top of everything else was the missing hankie. It was in plain sight and had it been there the night before we would have found it when we looked through all the drawers. Whoever placed the hankie there knew that Donna had to go into that particular drawer because it contained certain items that she was to wear that day. To all of us it seemed as if my grandmother was letting us know that she was there to share Donna’s special day."
posted on February 18, 2001 04:33:28 PM new
Before we were married, my husband & I rented out the downstairs apartment of a great house on a lake in Central NY. The house was owned by the mother of the landlord that lived upstairs. He was 35 and had a dog. Nice guy, although somewhat odd...and super clumsy! We could always hear him dropping things & tripping on stuff upstairs. He would be fine, acting normally and then go inside. When he came back outside 5 minutes later he would be goofy & falling down. We knew there was no way he could have gotten drunk that fast...
One day while I was at work he hanged himself when my husband was downstairs. When I got home there were 13 vehicles on the front lawn: his mom & brother, ambulance, police, coroner, etc. I had to verify my identity to get on the property. When his body was removed from the house, there was a couple of crushed beer cans, the dog's choke chain & some model glue in evidence bags. The glue explained how he was getting goofy so fast! The guys that took him out also told us that he had glue on his hands. Apparently he drank a couple of beers, sniffed his glue, ripped the phone out of the wall & hanged himself right inside the front door over a ceiling beam. He was expecting a call from his mom (according to her) & when she called & he did not answer, she came right over & let herself in...It was obvious to us that he intended for her to find him.
His mom gave his dog away & we knew for a fact that there was noone upstairs, yet we could still hear silverware being dropped & what sounded like someone tripping on something upstairs. I went outside to see if there were any windows open. I thought maybe the wind was blowing the curtains which were knocking things over. There were no windows open. I know it was him. After he died we would be sitting watching TV or whatever & a really cold isolated draft would sweep across us & then disappear. That never happened before he died.
It was odd living there after that, but not scary. He never had any friends or visitors besides his immediate family, but we hung out with him sometimes. We knew he was not trying to scare us and we did not feel threatened, but it was weird knowing that he was still around.
posted on February 18, 2001 04:48:45 PM new
Debbie,
We had something similar happen too. A good friend of ours used to come to our house often and would always bump into one of the bird cages my mother had hanging on the wall between the living room and dining room. Every time he bumped it, he would say, "One of these days I'm going to knock that damn thing right on the floor!" The day of his funeral we came home and found the bird cage on the floor.
Like I said, I'm writing a book and there are so many stories to tell. Our family has had these types of experiences since the 60's and they never end.
It's an interesting subject and so many people find it fascinating, but I think at the same time they're a bit afraid to believe. Oh well!
posted on February 18, 2001 04:56:02 PM new
We had a thread like this going awhile back (I see dead people) and we had a lot of fun with it. I'm anxious to read some new stories. I believe in ghosts, but I've never seen one.
posted on February 18, 2001 05:16:05 PM new
I have to admit, I wasn't sure anyone would respond to this thread. It is a subject that raises a lot of skepticism but I think there are a lot of people out there that have had "unexplainable" things happen to them!
I could keep you enthralled for hours with the stories about my family - but I'd rather hear stories from others!
posted on February 18, 2001 05:31:53 PM new
A friend of my daughter used to live here. In fact it was the last place he knew where my daughter lived. (She has since moved, but he didn't know that) Long story short, he died suddenly. The next day my husband and I were in the bedroom with the T.V. on. The volume started to slowly get louder and we had to shout to hear each other talk. I was positive I was sitting on the remote. The remote was on the night table. I picked it up and turned the volume down then placed the remote back on the night table. Two minutes later the volume was increasing again. What made it worse was that darn line on the screen that shows it increasing. I mentioned it to my daughter later that day because it repeated several times until I just turned it off. Again, trying to shorten this tale, my daughter said that this fellow was a real jokester. She was positive that it must be him playing around. That night, when the T.V. started getting louder again, I said "Brian, I'm trying to watch my show here. You're really funny but you've got to knock it off now." The volume started decreasing. Strange, I wasn't afraid through all of it.
posted on February 18, 2001 06:50:39 PM new
Oooh good stories! I do believe in ghosts, or at least something out there I don't understand.
When I was a young teenager, I would wake up in the middle of the night and my bed would be shaking. Not just a little bit -- it was an old iron bed and could really get going. Not as bad as the Exorcist, but pretty bad. My mother never believed me, and when I woke up to it shaking I was always so terrified I couldn't yell for my mom, or even move. This happened once or twice a month for 3 years, from the time I was 12 til I was 15 and we moved.
I was finally vindicated when my aunt came to stay with us and slept in my room -- she woke up the next morning saying she thought there was an earthquake the night before, because the bed was shaking!
The house we live in now is almost 100 years old, and we definitely hear footsteps and voice in the upstairs rooms when we are in the basement or downstairs, and I have been very frightened by the bathroom door slamming shut or swinging wide open for no reason. It has happened to my husband, too, so it's not just me.
posted on February 18, 2001 07:07:36 PM new
Many moons ago, the tom and I lived campus housing, an old house that was fine, except for the basement. I hated going down there because it felt like someone was watching me but every time I turned around, no one was there. There was also a really bad feel to the place and I couldn't rid myself of the feeling that something terrible had happened in that basement.
Unfortunately, that's where the washer and dryer were located. I'd race down, fling clothes into the washer, start it, then race back upstairs(which accounted for more than one load of pink diapers). The tom never noticed and I don't think he believed me until the people who lived there before us came by to visit; in the course of chatting, they mentioned how much they had hated the basement because it felt like someone was watching them. He was further convinced when a couple of repair guys who came to fix the stove said they were glad we hadn't needed something in the basement fixed because every time they went in the basement they couldn't shake the feeling they were being watched.
When we had the chance to move to another house, we were packed and gone in under a week. We've lived in other places where the house felt "off" but nowhere that scared me as much as that basement did.
posted on February 18, 2001 07:43:32 PM new
This sounds really strange, but DH could swear it's all true.
The women in my family have always had some sort of 'esp' between them. Grandmother would always call when Mom was in bad shape because she 'knew' something was wrong. When my grandfather died, my mother woke up that morning and told us that her daddy had come to see her during the night to say goodbye-from Texas to California. Within hours we got the call about his death. When I moved off to college, Mom would do the same way to me-she always called telling me that she had a feeling something was bothering me. And I was always sick or upset, it never missed.
When my youngest son was a baby, I woke up in the early morning because I had heard someone shoot a gun. I woke DH, who swore I had heard nothing. Later that day the police called to tell us that my mother had shot herself-200 miles away
Since then I have had dreams that come true almost immediately-I dreamed the space shuttle blew up and fell in pieces around a beach-I even had to ask hubby if there was a launch soon, since I never kept up with it. The shuttle was launched and blew up 3 days later. I dreamed my neighbor had a wreck and got a new red car from the insurance co. I woke up and ran next door to tell her to skip work, but she had left. Had an accident on the way to work, totalled her car. Even though she swore she wouldn't have a red car, that was the only car she and the insurance company could agree on. There are more stories of course, and I am convinced that my mother is telling me these things.
posted on February 18, 2001 08:16:07 PM new
My mother has been "psychic" for as long as I can remember - which may help to explain why our family has had so many ongoing experiences with the paranormal. I have three sisters and a brother, but the four of us girls are very close and very often we share the same thoughts at the same time.
We're convinced that we knew each other in past lives and on the way home from my Grandmother's funeral we were talking about a code we could use in our next lives to find one another. We came up with the word "rosebud." Then it occurred to me that maybe we came up with this code in a past life and were using it now because we were all together again.
Those who believe in past lives believe that souls stay together whenever they are reborn.
As you can see from my posts, our family is very open when it comes to the paranormal and other things unexplainable. Again, it's because we've lived with it for so long.
I'll tell another story here (I'll probably end up writing my whole book on this thread!)
My younger sister (the one our ghosts love the most!) lives in Washington State and her husband is in the Navy. About a year and a half ago he was aboard ship on a six month "cruise." Thank God for email on the Navy vessels because even though her husband was away, she was able to contact him every day through email and the instant messanger.
One night she told her boys that she was going to go downstairs and email their Dad. The computer was already on and as she was walking down the stairs, looking at the computer, she watched as her email program was opened up and then the email screen opened so that by the time she reached the computer, everything was ready for her to sit down and type her message. Given all the experiences my sister has had with the ghosts, this particular one was very mild!
posted on February 18, 2001 10:32:10 PM new
Ok - Here goes Group sighting - multiple events.
In 1981 I was working on a production of Othello. It's is almost a cliche that Theathers are haunted - but. Because of the alarm, we all had to gather on the stage and then leave as one group at the end of the evening. One night, one guy and his girlfriend were missing - We were ticked and started yelling for them to stop - Well, . and get down on stage.
One person pointed to the balcony rail and said "There he is" We all saw a figure at the rail and we all yelled a storm of abuse at him - - Just as the real pair of them came out of the wings. When we looked up to see who else was in the theater - there was nobody there at the balcony rail anymore.
Creepy.
THEN - Several days later at the end of the evening - I was walking up to turn off the lobbly lights with my best friend at the time - It had a keyed switch and I had the only key. As I reached for the switch - the lights flashed on and off - on and off. The signal in the theater that the intermission is over and the show was about to begin.
I tell you that I keyed the switch off and got out of there faster than Jesse Owens ever ran. I assumed that I just had to run faster than my buddy in case something was gaining on us.
posted on February 19, 2001 09:21:42 AM new
Great stories! I believe in ghosts and the paranormal. There are just too many stories for it not to be true. When I was bout 111 or 12 I was sitting on my canopy bed. I had one of those laughing boxes (do you remember those? They were hairy and would laugh if you touched them) hanging on the bed. All of the sudden, it just started laughing by itself. It scared me! Luckily I wasn't home alone. We also had an alarm clock that was in a basement bedroom. No one slept down there. The alarm clock would go off for no reason. You can bet I would never go down there to turn if off by myself! Melanie
"If man were to be crossed with a cat, it would greatly improve the man, but deteriorate the cat." Mark Twain
posted on February 19, 2001 01:35:28 PM new
No I don't believe in ghosts & I don't believe in anything that can't be proven. Such as The Bermuda triangle, aliens & after that other post I'm not even sure we landed on the moon. I wish I wasn't such a skeptic I would really like to believe in the unexplained. I can be afraid of eerie places like shadowcat's basement just thinking about that scares me.
One funny thing though, I had a favorite aunt who read tea leaves. We were at a party once & she read everyone's tea leaves & then offered to read mine. She would ask you to make a secret wish before she started to read & she would tell you what it was & if it would come true. My wish was very unusual & something she couldn't have known, no one could. She said "you are wishing for something you really don't want to come true." She was exactly right, I was speechless she actually read my mind. She said it would come true & it did.
posted on February 19, 2001 04:14:17 PM new
Here's one more freaky one. I own a photo that almost defies being reproduced.
In my collection of Civil War junk I own about 100 + original images of soldiers (Tintypes - Cdv's - Etc.) I photograph them for insurance purposes and occasionally for publication.
One is a outstanding photo of a cavalry trooper with a pinfire revolver in one hand and a 1840 model sabre in the other. The pinfire revolver is very rarely seen, since it was an import from France and issued in limited quantities.
I was asked to provide a copy to be used in an upcoming book on the role of pinfires in the Civil War. I simply could not get a clean shot of this tintype. Underexposed - overexposed - weird lines of color on the negative. After awhile it became a challenge and really spooky - I could get a perfect photo of another tintype on "#12" and "#14" negatives - But the photo in between, of this trooper was blurred. Same setup and tripod - just changing photos in the setup.
I finally got a good enough photo after using 20 to 40 tries. Still not very good though.
To this day, I still shoot a photo of this tintype when documenting other items in my collection and I have a shot available to see if it can be photographed. I have had a professional photographer try it. Nobody has EVER gotten a crisp and clear photo from this tintype. It sounds stupid - But it almost feels like it won't allow itself to be photographed.
Another odd thing - I was showing the photo collection to a historian friend - and she picked this one photo out of the group of 100+ as making her uncomfortable to hold. I had never told her about any of this - It sounds too nuts - But there it was - she picked this same photo.
(And even looking at it written down - it LOOKS loony)
posted on February 19, 2001 05:50:15 PM new
Yes, I definately beleive in ghosts or spirits as I refer to them. I own a gift shop that is in an old victorian house. This house was built in 1900. I purchased this building 12 years ago. Soon after we moved in things began to happen. I never had beleived in spirits , so these occurances were just passed off as unexplained. The first thing that happened, was this horrible odor that was right in front of a fireplace. I thought something had gotten in the chimney and died. It smelled just like something dead. My husband sealed off the fireplace opening, thinking this would block some of the odor. This didn't help at all. This odor stayed for a few days and was gone. One day a shopper ask me if I ever felt the presence of someone in the shop. I said no, what do you mean? She said she saw on old man standing in the doorway. Would you beleive I asked no questions or anything. I just passed this off as a strange person. I suppose I didn't want to know any more as I worked alone in this new business venture.
I no longer work alone, as the years passed and the business grew, I now have a staff of 4 ladies. All of us have sensed the presence of George, yes we named him....... George. There are numerous occurances I could speak of, like the time the four of us girls were eating lunch and the most powerful fragrance of Old Spice just filled the air around the table, it shocked us so..... it lasted just a moment or two, then it was gone. This is like something your grandma would have told you about.
These strange happenings occure much more frequently during the Christmas holidays. I know this spirit does not like Christmas at all. We have a very large Christmas Open House around the first of Nov. The latter part of Aug. I start doing the christmas floral designs, this is when the bad odors fill my floral room. Not every day but often enough, he gets your attention.
I have never seen the spirit, but my daughter that works for me saw him standing on the steps as she was leaving the shop one day. She turned to look back and he was gone.
We're not afraid of the spirit, but respect his presence. I live in a small town of 12,000 residents, I have a nice gift shop and have built a very successful business, what concerns me sometimes is word will get out that my shop is haunted. How would this affect my business........ my daughter says it would just intrigue most people. We do not discuss the spirit because a lot of people would think we'd gone off the deep end. My husband didn't beleive it was a spirit for many, many years. Now enough things have happened, he finally beleives. You can not convince someone that spirits exist. My daughter in law that also works for me, brushed this off as ridiculous. Well she now beleives.........See, she also saw him standing on the steps one day. I could go on, and on........
posted on February 19, 2001 06:08:24 PM new
ericka23 - It's so weird that you named your spirit George because that's the name my sister gave to hers. George has been with her for a long time now - and not just in one home - he travels with her from place to place. George must be a popular name for spirits!
As for what people would think if they knew about your George, your daugther is probably right - it would intrigue people. But there are many people who don't believe. I remember back in the 60's when we first started having "visitors," people would think we were nuts. Now though, you look at all the TV shows, movies, and even books about the paranormal and you can see that more and more people are open to the possibility.
I love sharing these stories with others who have had similar experiences. I'm feeling more motivated to finish my book! The only problem is, I do my best writing at night and when you're working on a book about ghosts/spriits, nighttime is not always the best time to do it - if you know what I mean!
posted on February 19, 2001 06:49:44 PM new
I hadn't planned on adding anything to this thread...I was only reading to see what was said. BUT, I do have to mention that an old friend of mine, (have lost touch with her since), moved into an old house which is probably about 110-115 years old now. She often heard noises and things, I can't remember much of what she described now, because this was about 8 years ago, I believe. At any rate, I never experienced these things myself...I never did get to go visit her often. BUT, I had to mention that she had also named that spirit...and if my memory serves me correctly, she named it GEORGE. I was thinking that before I even read the last post before this one, and then when I read it, I was convinced that I had to share.
posted on February 19, 2001 07:16:58 PM new
They say that ghost do not know that they are dead. And that they do not know how to get to the light. So they just hang out where they are most comfortable.
posted on February 19, 2001 10:33:02 PM new
Soon after my husband to be and I moved into our first apartment, things started to happen. I worked nights and slept during the day while he was at work. One day I woke from a dead sleep (no pun intended) with the strongest feeling someone had just been standing over me. I flew out of bed and searched every inch of the house and checked the locks, nothing. Oh yeah, and there was the smell of soap, but only near my side of the bed. It smelled familiar, but wasn't something I used. A couple weeks later I woke up to the smell of something cooking and it smelled very good! I got up to see where it was coming from so I could get the recipe. The only place I could smell it was on my side of the bed.
My cat would cry and scratch at the closet door when it got closed. He kept it up until we opened it. We'd open it, he'd stick his head in, look around and walk away. He didn't want to go in, just have the door opened. Hubby's cat would cry in the night like there was something wrong.
It turned out while I was having happy things happen to me, fresh soap and good smelling food, he had bad things happen to him. Twice he woke up in a panic and it felt like someone was holding him down. Neither of us told the other at first and one night I said something to him about it and we started comparing notes. After that we saw 'him' several more times as a black shadow going from my closet to hubby's (there was a doorway between them). I also asked the apartment manager if she knew of anything bad happening in that apartment. She didn't, but said the previous tenant, a single female, said she always felt like someone was watching her. She moved to another unit and was fine.
I talked to a friend of mine about it and she said it sounded like the ghost liked me and my cat, but didn't like hubby and his cat. She told me to tell the ghost that he couldn't split us up, he can't have me and to go away. I thought she was nuts! I felt really silly sitting there talking to myself but we didn't see or feel him again after that. We ended up living there for 3 1/2 years. I don't think it would have been that long if he hadn't gone away. I'd say I believe in ghosts now! (Oh, and we never did name him )
~~Angels fly because they take themselves lightly ~~
posted on February 20, 2001 06:02:56 AM new
Warning, lengthy post ahead!
My ex hubb and I bought an old victorian in Ct. The house had been vacant, condemned, rehabbed and sold to us. It was, of course, a victorian. Throughout New England, there were many family farms. There were also many family burial plots and slave burial plots. When we looked at the house, I had a spooky feeling in the basement, but dismissed it as just a dank spot in the house. When we looked out the back door, there were three spots that I jokingly referred to as "sunken graves". These "graves" were about 8 ft from the house, about 6 ft long and 3 ft wide, sunken about 8 inches. We moved in and immediately heard the constant din of noises. No matter where you were, upstairs (thumping and footsteps downstairs), downstairs (thumping, footsteps and doors slamming upstairs). We heard muffled voices. We had pictures fall from the walls. We had doors slam by themselves when there were no windows open.
Now, I worked 3rd shift, he worked 2nd shift. I was always alone at night with the noises and would try to sleep before going to work. With all the doors closing and "people" talking and walking up and down the stairs, I figured I had better get a dog in case someone ever actually broke into the house. The dog "saw" the ghost quite frequently. His dish was in the kitchen, next to the fridge. It was in plain sight of the couch. Very often I would be sitting watching TV, and notice the dog at his dish, perk his ears up, watch the hair on his neck stand up.. and back slowly away.. staring straight ahead at the refrigerator! The dog would stare at the heat register leading to the guest bedroom as well.
Another thing about this house, when we moved in, instead of choosing the obvious master bedroom (next to the bathroom), we instead chose the next room over. I didn't know why, I just liked it better. The room not chosen was our guest room. My grandma came to visit us once, she spoiled that dog and he was constantly by her side when she was there. Do you know that dog would NOT go into her room? He would lay right outside the door, watching, but could not be coaxed in there. One night, grandma felt the bed move as if someone had climbed in, she thought the dog had finally decided to join her, she reached out to pet him and, yep.. nothing there!
I have also had psychic experiences intermittantly all my life. My mom tells me they used to call me "Bridey Murphy". As a toddler, I ran to my mom screaming, yelling that my hand was covered in blood. My mom thought I was nuts because there was nothing at all wrong with my hand. A few days later, my aunt closed my hand in the car door, causing a trip to the emergency room and a few stitches. (I don't remember that incident, I was too young.) One that I do remember, that I can never forget, is where I forsaw my father's death. I was about 4 at the time, living in Indiana. I had a horrible "dream" that I saw my father lying on the floor and people were kneeling over him, hitting his chest. He was away on a business trip at the time, I scared the bejesus out of mom. Dad didn't die until 6 years later, of a massive heart attack. I was in my room doing homework and heard commotion in the living room. I walked out... and there was my "dream" being replayed in front of my eyes.
My current hubb and I have a ghost at this house too, but this one is tame compared to that Ct ghost. We get locked out occasionally and have lights turn on or off by themselves. Nothing too dire. I believe this ghost is Irish and has a great sense of humor. (We bought the house from an estate of an Irish woman who did die in our room, but the whole neighborhood loved her because she was so sweet.)
I could go on about more stuff, but that's enough outta me!
posted on March 11, 2001 04:56:17 PM new
I believe.
My grandmother and my mother were both "gifted" and had many experiences throughout their lives. My grandma could tell you stories about places they had lived and spirits she had seen and experienced that would raise the hair on your neck at high noon. Mom had experiences all her life, right up until she died.
There is never a dream I have that my mother isn't someplace in it, and I believe it's her way of telling me she is still not far from me.
Most recent experience that happened to me: A few weeks ago at work, a song came on the radio that was a trigger song for me - brought back some memories of someone I loved very much once, had a falling out with, and he died before we could make ammends. It kinda made me sick to my stomach...the incident nearly broke my heart, and to have him die with it unresolved...
The next morning, I had to be at work by 5:45 am. I am NOT a morning person in the best of circumstances. And my keys were GONE. Not in my coat pocket. Not in my purse. Not anywhere. After emptying my purse and coat, I took the husband's keys for the day. That evening, we tore up the house. No keys. Took everything out of my purse AGAIN. No keys. Checked to be sure there wasn't a tear in the lining of my coat and they had fallen in there. No keys.
After a week, I gave in and got a new set of keys made up. New keychain.
Last week, I was looking for my lip balm in my purse. Took out my daytimer from the middle compartment.
And there were my keys.
In a place we had looked numerous times specifically for them, and where I had been countless times since they were lost.
He always was a prankster. And now I know he's not so far away from me either.
Kris
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posted on March 11, 2001 05:53:00 PM new
I strongly believe in God and the Bible so I disagree with psychics in general. But I do believe in spirits of some kind. Here are my stories:
I had this experience when I was a little girl, young enough that I don't remember how old I was although I do remember it happening. I had gotten up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom. When I was finished and about to return to my bedroom, I stopped because I heard people talking. I couldn't make out the words because they were talking so low but it sounded like they were sitting on the sofa in the living room. I could also see cigarette smoke floating from the area of the sofa.The way the house was set up, you couldn't see the sofa until you actually entered the living room and I was standing just outside the door. I was afraid, but only because I thought maybe my mom had some friends over and I would get in trouble for being out of bed. This made perfect sense to me even though I knew my mom was in her room sleeping. Finally, I boldly walked into the living room figuring I would just take my punishment, and there was no one sitting on the sofa. The voices and smoke were gone too.
I don't remember this but my grandmother tells me that when I was little I used to tell her and my mom about a lady who came into my room at night and sat at my little table and chairs with me and we played with my toys. When they pressed me for details, I told them that she told me I was pretty and smart and I could do anything I wanted to do. One day my grandmother and I were coloring in a new coloring book she had gotten me of colonial america. I was coloring a picture of a woman in colonial dress and I said "You know, this is the kind of clothes that lady who visits me at night wears" I'm surprised I didn't give my poor grandmother a heart attack.
I have many more but that's enough for now.
Btw, great stories everyone!
Citygirl
I've always been crazy, but it's kept me from going insane!
posted on March 12, 2001 01:16:10 PM new
My grandmother died when I was 12. She had been sick (cancer) for some time and was in the hospital. On the night she died (before we knew) I woke up and saw her face floating above me, just looking at me. She didn't move or speak, it was almost like seeing a photograph of her. Anyway, I remember sitting straight up in bed and staring at her for what seemed like a very long time, but was probably just a couple of minutes, then I laid down again and went back to sleep. I knew then that she had died, but I wasn't frightened. After all, she was still my grandma, ghost or not.
She died during the night, and the nurse didn't call until the morning to give us the news, so there was no way I could have known she had passed away.
I also saw her a second time, years later. It was when my younger daughter was about 6 months old. I had her sitting in a bouncy chair while I was washing bottles, I looked up and saw my grandma's reflection in the window to my left. From the angle of the reflection it seemed as though she was in the same room, but kind of above and behind us. When I closed my eyes for a minute and then looked again she was gone. I like to think she just stopped by to see her newest great granddaughter.
posted on March 12, 2001 01:50:02 PM new
Sure, I believe we can see spirits sometimes. When I was a little kid, a friend and I were sitting in her bedroom on the floor having a 'seance'. It was a game we used to play...I don't know why she knew how to do this, but we did it. I think maybe she picked it up from this novela called 'Dark Shadows' that her mother used to watch.
Well, that day she was summoning 'the shadow'. I was watching her face, and she froze in terror as her gaze locked on a wall of her room. She started crying and said 'There really is a shadow'.
I looked where she was looking, and there was a silouette of a woman brushing her hair. Then I got scared and started to cry, too. Eventually the 'shadow' went away. Really freaky. Needless to say we never played that game again.
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