Hope everyone had a great Halloween Weekend. Thought I'd start off November with a couple paranormal stories. These are really short just to get everyone back into the swing of things around here. :D
Between 1981 and 1983 I was living in a small apartment with my newlywed husband. The bedroom was furnished with a bedroom suite that belonged to my great-grandmother. My husband was a night owl and I had to get to work early the next day, so I went to bed without him. I have always had a difficult time falling asleep. It's normal for me to toss, turn and twitch for up to half an hour before dropping off. I mention this because I want you to know I was not asleep at this time. I turned over in bed, opened my eyes and saw an old man - really ancient - dressed in some kind of a white robe, standing in the corner of my bedroom. He didn't speak, but smiled at me, raised his hand and pointed to the door of the bedroom. Taking that as an indication for action on my part, I proceeded to run. I ran out of the bedroom, down the hallway and was headed for the front door. My husband caught me. I hit his outstretched arm so hard my feet flew out in front of me and I landed on my rump in the middle of the living room. The final part of this story comes years later. I was at an aunt's house and she was showing me pictures of the family. She was unaware of what happened at my apartment. She asked if I would like to see a picture of my great-grandmother (the woman who owned the bedroom suite) and her brother. The brother in the picture was the man I saw in my bedroom! I have no desire to repeat the experience, but I often wonder what would have happened if I had recognized him and spoke to him. I have never felt threatened by the incident, just startled. I think maybe he may have been trying to tell me something. Since that marriage turned out to be disastrous and ended in a messy divorce, perhaps that was it.
My First Ghost Sighting
My first visit with a ghost did not really seem scary at all, when I think back on it. I was playing in a garden area shared by my family and the neighbors. Ed, the master of the house next door, approached me and began a conversation. I was surprised to see him as I had been told he had "left" - my parents delicate way of stating that he had died. He was dressed in a white shirt, dress pants and a straw hat - his Sunday best. I said hi to Ed and expressed concern as to the length of time since our last visit. He seemed bothered that he could no longer walk the path between our farms, something he had always done while alive. He said he didn't know when he would be back to do that as his farm was a lot bigger now. I told him that if he wanted that I would do that for him. He seemed pleased. So early next morning I started a task I expected to last forever. At week's end, my parents questioned me as to what I was doing. When I told them the story, I don't think my dad believed me.
Can See The Dead
I've been interested in ghosts/spirits and other paranormal activities for years. My mother was (and still is) very spiritual. For some time now, I seem to be able to receive or detect these "ghosts" to the point where I can technically communicate with them. This started when I was about 10. For years I thought it was just a very good imagination mixed with a boring life which resulted in some kind of hallucination. I would get a feeling like a very mild burning sensation to my face in very precise spots on my forehead, usually "pointing" toward where the ghosts should be. I do not see things, I feel them. I am able to follow their movements and get a picture of what they look like. The day came where this took on a whole new meaning for me. One day I was in a bookstore with my mom. I saw something in there - a women dressed in white with long black hair. I just kept on walking. She was obviously happy and smiling and had nothing to say to me. I walked toward the counter where my mom was talking to the owners. The man looked at me and said, "You saw someone, didn't you? A women in white, I bet." I was kind of shocked, but at the same time wanted to know more. I just replied, "Yeah... errrrrrrr." And he just said, "Yeah, she's been there for as long as we have been here, and over here is her friend..." He was pointing to the back of the store where he invited me. I walked in and he asked what I saw: a man also wearing only white clothes. I told him this and he just smiled, explaining how he felt they were looking over the store. That's where my years of hallucinations turned into years of seeing the dead.
Forsaw An Accident
I was up early on a Saturday morning because my then 12-year-old daughter was going to be having a party that afternoon. As I was picturing our yard to plan a treasure hunt, I immediately "knew" that my daughter would fall down the steps beside the house and hurt her foot. It was a feeling that was unexplainable - I just had a knowing feeling that it would happen. I made a mental note to watch her carefully and not let her out of my sight. About noon, as the guests were arriving, I was watching her in our dining room, then I went to take pizza out of the oven when I heard the door slam and heard her crying. Yes - she had gone outside while I was in the kitchen, fallen on the steps and she broke a bone in her foot. She was in cast for weeks. Strange, but true - and I don't even believe in the paranormal.
I planning on posting more this evening so stay tuned. :D