Once years ago, my husband and I went to a friend's house. They had remodeled their basement and built a bar with a pool table, big TV, etc. Hubby went downstairs while I visited in the kitchen with friend's wife. She told me where the remote was downstairs so hubby could turn on the TV - I went to the top of the stairs to holler to him. I saw a figure which I assumed was him cross the bottom of the stairs (heading from the bar on the left of the stairs toward the TV/sitting area on the right)... but when I yelled to him, his head popped around the corner from the BAR SIDE. He was the only one down there, and he swore he had not walked over to the TV. I mentioned this to my friend, and she said "Oh, it's probably our ghost." She had experiences with it, too.
While I can still explain that one away in my head, I can't explain the experience my daughter had. My daughter had just turned 4 when my grandmother passed away. I loved my grandmother so dearly and she was very important in my life. However, she had been ill for a few years before she died, and lived nearly 2 hours from us, so we didn't see her very often. My daughter knew her from pictures, but really knew very little about her.
One morning - a year to the date that my grandmother had passed away - my daugher woke, telling me Grandma had visited her the night before. I said "Oh, you dreamed of her?" She said "No mom. She came in my room and sat on my bed and held my hand." I asked if grandma said anything, and daughter replied "She said 'I love you, dolly." My grandma called me Dolly! My daughter would not and could not have known that. A few weeks later, my daugher said grandma had visited again. I asked what she said this time, and daughter said grandma told her happy new year (it was new year's day). I asked what she said to grandma, and she said "I told her thanks and happy birthday." I asked why she wished her happy birthday, and daughter rolled her eyes and said "Because she TOLD me it was her birthday, duh!"
Yep. Grandma's birthday was New Year's Eve. Again, daughter would not have known that. We hadn't had any celebrations of grandma's birthday when daughter was alive due to grandma's distance and health.
To this day, I think my daughter and grandma had a special connection because daughter was baptized in grandma's baptizimal gown from 1915. I am so glad grandma came to visit. This one, I WANT to believe!
[This message edited by sullymeishadomi at 6:29 PM, May 20th (Monday)]
This one, I WANT to believe!
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"To be loyal to myself is to allow myself to grow and change, and challenge who I am and what I think."
My sister was killed in a car accident at 17. She was driving, her boyfriend was passenger. She was killed instantly, he was found alive and admitted to the hospital.
Three days after she passed I saw her. She was sitting on an old rock wall facing me, crying. She said she was alone and didn't want to go. She couldn't find anyone and was afraid.
I told her to look for Bampi (our grandfather). I said he was with her and she had to find him. I watched her turn around I could see my grandfather in the far distance watching her but in front of my grandfather was her boyfriend. She turned back to me and said "he's here" smiled and waved to me.
About 15 minutes later the phone rang. Her boyfriend passed.
Some things just can't be explained and sometimes those things give us peace.
[This message edited by karmahappens at 11:48 PM, May 20th (Monday)]
I can see that the music box just had a glitch. We put it in the attic, why didn't we just throw it away? I guess I had toys up there that didn't fit anywhere else.
My brother and I put a handkerchief and a pencil on top of the music box. We checked it the next day, the handkerchief was sticking out from under my doll house and the pencil was gone. Maybe my brother was tricking me, I was a kid, gullible, but he seemed scared, too, and to this day, denies he did anything to mess with me.
I used to love the sound track to St. Elmo's fire. I would play it over and over as a kid. During one song, I heard a voice, I don't know what it said, it scared the shit out of me though. I remember getting very sick afterwards. It was a long time before I could listen to that tape again, when I did, it was normal, no voice heard, but I got very sick again. I threw the damn tape away. Maybe just a coincidence, but I'm never going to listen to that sound track again.
I had a friend die in terrible car crash, it caught fire. The thought of his suffering plagued me for weeks after his death. I had a dream I was on a playground and could hear kids playing around me. It was so sunny I could barely see, had to squint my eyes. And my friend came up to me, I knew it was him, it was his voice, I just couldn't see him, the sun in my eyes. I hugged him and said I thought I'd never see you again. He laughed and told me he was ok. I knew he wasn't suffering and was no longer plagued by those sad thoughts. Not really a ghost story, but it is real.
We moved to a new home a few years ago and the hot water heater was in the attic space above our room. It made some awful banging noises that sounded like someone was up there. It just had a lot of gunk in it and when we flushed it out it went silent. Unfortunately, that attic space is reached through a door in my daughter's closet. And whenever I open her closet door, the attic door pops open and scares the shit out of me every time, and it's always when I'm home alone. I mean, I'm sure it's just air pressure, warm air in the attic, cold air from the A/c...logical, of course, I'm a friggin adult, I'm not scared...no, I am.
Lastly, my friend works in a nursing home, and nursing homes see a lot of death. She talks about her shufflers and breathers or whiffs of perfume or hearing talking, thinking a resident is awake or has the TV on, only to find out the halls are empty, and people are sleeping...or the room is empty. You are all making me give myself goosebumps.
It is a very old building, built in the early 1800's and is on the historic register.
There have been stories for years. I have been in this building and been chased out. Ok, not literally chased but I've heard things that made me leave in a hurry.
A few years ago, we had an outside vendor installing a new phone system. There were about 6 of us, in total, and we needed to do it after hours.
I don't make it a habit of telling random people about the building, in fact I usually don't even think about it. So I never said anything to these people.
Sometime around 8PM, I was on another floor with some of them and two others were on the 4th floor, where my office happens to be.
The two of them came downstairs to us very quickly and looked a little freaked out. One of them looked at me and asked, "Ok, what's up with this building?"
I had no idea what he was talking about and when I asked he said, "This place is haunted, isn't it?"
Apparently, he had walked around a corner and seen a shadow, figure....something that shouldn't have been there. He was so flustered, he couldn't really describe it.
Then there was the Victorian lady who slapped one of my co-workers. Two others had seen a woman, dressed in dark Victorian clothing walk into a coworker's office.
Within a few seconds the coworker, who never saw the women, was slapped across the face. Left a hand print and all.
I mentioned it to my mom the next morning and she said TOLD y'all I was not crazy and something was in here.
I also heard my mom call my name right at the time she passed away. She was in another state, but it was as if she was in my room and I sat straight up in bed. I have felt someone sit on the side of my bed then get up and leave. Not sure if those were ghosts or guardian angels
[This message edited by Jada52 at 1:24 PM, May 21st (Tuesday)]
"Officer the light was green!"
SG, this is usually the driver trying to get out of a huge ticket.
I see what you're saying, but I know what I saw and I know where I placed these objects. There's no they could've been moved. I would understand if I was rushing about and slid the placements and didn't pay attention to where they landed, thought they were in the right spot and forgot, but that wasn't the case.
So not telling you that's what really happened. Providing the alternative explanation you asked for.
I completely understood what you were saying. I apologize if my response came across as rude or that your explanation was wrong. That was no my intention. I asked for another opinion and you gave me one. I appreciate it, as well as your time it took explaining it.
I thought I was just being an inarticulate moron and was struggling to find a way to say that without appearing to be a condescending prick.
I didn't get any of this out your post