Real Ghost Stories - Spinoff from the Big Foot/Nessie thread

I have several but this is my favorite...A few years ago I woke at 1 am to find my mom sitting on my bed.She had been dead nearly 20 years.She did'nt look 65 [the age she died] but more like 25.I only recognized her from old photos as she was 45 when I was born.She told me "Aunt Mary says that horse will get sick!" Then she was gone.It was that few minutes between sleep and wake when you're not sure if you've been dreaming or not.I went out to the barn to find a border's horse had gotten out of his box stall and was just about to figure out how to open the grain bin.For those of you unfamiliar with horses, as little as five minutes of grain indulgence can have deadly consequences for an older gelding.Later that day I called my sister to tell her the story.She informed me that my Aunt Mary [who was a thoroughbred trainer and breeder] had died that week.

I could discount this story as a dream piloted by my subconscious but for the mention of my Aunt Mary.

Tena

Oh that's a good one!  I wish my mom would make a visit and chat w/ me.  Wonder what she'd say....

I have several as well.  Here's a couple:

Several years ago, DH and I were the primary caregivers of his Grandmother (died at 92).  A few days before she died, I was sitting at her bedside spending time with her...she looked past me and up slightly and said..."you boys are beautiful."  She told me that she saw her deceased husband and brother, smiling at her surrounded by a beautiful white light.  The fur on my arms stood up.  I believe they were there to help her transition. 

For a few days after DHs grandfather died, our tv volume would go up and down (drastically) while we were watching it.  The remote control was on the table...no one was touching it.  Also, around that time...the table lamps would go on and off.  DHs grandfather was into electronic repair when alive.

I'm a big believer that there are many signs around us that prove this world is not all we will experience.  Death is a transition, not the end.

I'm getting shivers and goosebumps reading these stories.  Not from being scared, but from excited.  These experiences are just awesome.

My friend Tommy Lee Trimble, was murdered in 1988. At about the time of his murder, I could feel he was in the house but I knew I had not seen him come in.

July 28, 1992, my first wife passed away. In November, she visited one evening. A white fog sat on the bed and I could feel the weight. She showed me what she had been through and that she was better and had to move on. Then the fog condensed to a dot and zipped out of sight.

I've not had any similar experiences and treat these as real events that I might not always be able to explain, other than to say that something of us survives death and it is a transition, analagous to a caterpillar morphing into a butterfly.

And these experiences and my own sense of extrapolation lead me to the conviction that the Rainbow Bridge is real, not just something nice that we say to each other when a pet passes on. It is real and your pets are there. I would put money on it.

This song helped me through my mourning. And I sang it for DW when were courting. I sang the live version from the 1987 Revenge Tour but this version is very similar.

"Miracle of Love" by the Eurythmics.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HwBPs3MhXm8

I can't tell you guys that have had family members visit how envious I am.  I would give anything to have a visit from my Dear FIL.  He was so much more a father to me than BioDad.  About 6 months or so after he passed away, I dreamt of him...no words though.  I was standing in a passenger car of a train (never been on one btw)...and he walked up to me and whoever I was talking to.  He walked up crying and stayed that way; and I don't know why.  For about a year or so after he died...I saw him a lot though, especially when times were tough.  I would see his face in the car next to me or coming towards me for a fleeting time.  Or, standing on the street as I drive by.   It gave me such peace to just see his face.

To be able to get an actual message (of any kind) would be magnificent.

Ron, I enjoyed that video greatly...especially the ending.  Thanks for posting that.

 Here's a good  one for you:

My grandmother (dad's mother) died right after my 1 year birthday and I never remembered her and all I know is that when I was a baby she would rock me to sleep in this rocking chair my parents had. Well, when I was about 4, I woke up one night and seen my grandmother rocking in the rocking chair that was in my room. It was the one that she rocked me in when I was a baby. I seen her and just went right back to sleep like it was no big deal.  When I woke up the next morning I told my parents I seen grandma last night, she was rocking in the chair. I told them about her grey curly hair and glasses. My dad said that she was watching over me.  I know it happened as even though my memory isn't great from things that happened way back, I still remember that night and waking up to her rocking in that chair.

CoBuHe

Ron, I enjoyed that video greatly...especially the ending.  Thanks for posting that.

It means as much to me today as it did back then. Of all the guitarists I have studied, I try most to emulate Dave Stewart.

I could see reflections of my first wife in other people. One time, I did a service call at a house and the woman that lived there looked like my first wife but older. I had a chance to see what she would have grown to look like. It gave me the shakes but my various bits of training allow me to control such things and not make a scene. But I was young and strong and by the end of 93, I was able to start connecting with other people, invluding my friends.

 After my friends built their house, things started to happen.  First off, the tv tended to go to any game of golf that was being televised.  The volume would also shift, but this could have been a problem with the actual tv.  The constant golf was more difficult to explain.  They also had one room that turned out to be useless, as anytime someone entered it, the room would fill with the noxious fumes of a weasel, though there was no weasel present.  They had a parrot too, that learned several words in the Ojibway language.  Nobody spoke a lick of Ojibway in that house.  Nothing was very scary though, except the few times they tried to use a Ouija board.  Each time they tried, there were broken glasses in the cupboard immediately following.

At my sister's inlaw's house they had a heavy bag hanging from the rafters in the basement.  I remember when I was a kid, barely being able to move that thing.  But several times the bag would begin to swing on its own getting higher and higher for several minutes at a time.  The door would also open and shut on its own during parties, often when someone was walking up the steps to come into the house, or if someone was putting on their shoes to get ready to leave.

I have one, by way of my sister.  When my sister and I were in jr. high, my mom lived in a two bedroom, upstairs apartment.  Sister and I had the master bedroom which had an attached bathroom and a patio.  The wall opposite the patio was nothing but one big closet with mirrored doors and then ended at the bathroom door.  She swears one night she was lying in bed, by herself, wide awake, when she sees a man walk from the far corner of the room by the closet, stop at the foot of her bed, turn his head to look at her, then proceed walking until he disappeared in the bathroom.  The clencher was that she always slept with the bathroom door shut and when he walked through the door, she heard another door shut.  There wasn't another door out of the bathroom.  And the corner where he started from was an outside wall, opposite the patio.  Where the heck did he come from and where did he go???  None of us saw hide nor hair of anything before or after that.  Gives me the willies just thinking about it.

I love everyone's stories.  DH says the building we live in is haunted but I've never experienced anything.  His cousin (and family) say the same thing about theirs, but again I've never picked up on anything.  My pastor is really into this stuff and has performed cleansing rituals on other people's houses to get rid of spirits and she's got some good stories.  She wants to come to our place and see if she picks up on anything.  She says our church has some 'extra members' as well.  I'd like to be w/ her when she notices something to see if I can pick up on it.  On my own, I'm so blocked, I notice NOTHING.

Here is another tale that may make you wonder..

My Mother was ALWAYS a believer. Little People and I mean Leprechauns , Ghosties ...you name it. We were not allowed a Ouji Board.

She was devoted to her 6 kids but my daughters were beyond special to her.  My youngest was and is our Wild Child.  The Teflon Kid in trouble a ton but nothing ever seemed to stick. Mom died 2 weeks after the Wild Child's 18th birthday. It was so hard on her she got into mess after mess and I could have strangled her. Just when I was about ready to wash my hands of her she began collecting Elmos. Beyond wierd really since my kids were not Seseme Street Kids. But Elmo dolls, figures, socks, scarfs t shirts you name it... Somehow seeing this rowdy brat dressed in Elmo stuff gave me hope.  So when This daughter asked to move back home after a year out on her own I was thrilled. Within an hour of her coming in the door I "knew" she was pregnant. It took her another two months to realize it herself.  We decorated her room with Elmos , the little Red dude was every where, I found material for the baby blankets, sheets ..you name it, I drew him on the wall she painted him in.

Everything seemed to be going as well as could be hoped for, and then the National Specialty came up. It was 4 weeks before the baby was due so everyone pressured me into going all to the way to Colorado leaving my Wild Child at home to care for the 2 dogs that we did not take. You can sooo imagine my paninc when on the last night of the Specialty at the Awards dinner I get a phone call telling me she was being sent to the hospital because she had pre eclampsia and there was a big danger for her and the baby.  The Specialty was on a mountain in Colorado and they had shut the roads down after dark  due to construction.   I called a good dog friend and asked her to go to the hospital in my place and be ther with my girl. Later I asked her to make sure Crystal had flowers , nothing specific just flowers.

I arrived at the hospital less than 2 days later ( yes the darling Hubs had driven all night and all day to get me there) We had stopped briefly at  a Target and Knowing the baby was a premie and the going home outfit I had already bought him would not fit him for another 2 months I insisted he take a quick nap while I shopped for a new one. They only had one Preemie outfit in the whole store for a Boy , it was covered in Elmos.

At the hopstial we rushed up to the NICU and on her door was a balloon with , guess who??  Elmo. In the room was a beautiful floral arrangement with an Elmo stuck in it.  ( My friend had no idea about the Elmo thingy going on)

The Baby had a rough few days but at 12 days old he was at his first Dog Show,  He is my heart and lives with us still....

The Wild Child  went on to make more bad choices.  And ended up as a Drug Addict with legal problems.  Her heart is huge and sincere but she slipped down a horribly slippery slope.   Later we received my mother's death certificate in the mail, there had been a long delay in getting it,  I hated to open it, and when I did I almost fainted . Mom had told me my entire life she was born on Lady's Island South Carolina.  She was very proud of that and described it many times....

The Death Certificate  said My mother was born in ELMO Missouri........

Okay give you any chills??    Move it up to this year.  The Teflon Kid had several years of sobriety  on and off, produced a half sister for the grandson, ( yes we are raising her too)  and was doing pretty great ..then late last year relapsed.  She got busted trying to buy the drugs close to home. In our house we have a strict policy... we do not bail you out or get you an attny.  PERIOD.   We went to the jail and talked with her and she cried and apologized. It was an old story but this time she was looking at doing time.  She only had a year left on her probation from the first problem...  They transfered her from the local to the county facility She was there for almost a week.  She was signed out on a signature bond!! ??? This made NO sense, she should have been in jail till they transfered her back to the original city jail for breaking probabtion.  She came home and had an important talk with her kids. Then moved to a near by state to get away from all the poor choices that were haunting her here.  She calls the kids and comes home every 10 days.  The days rolled around and her court date came up. IT was almost definet she would have her probation revoked and would not be coming home. Her attny , a really good one took her case at a very, very low fee. And even he told her to dress for jail.  She was at work the day before her trial .... She worked for a temp agency that provides labor for road crews etc. and on this day instead of working the survey crew she was picking up trash.  As she worked she felt life was so messed up that staying may be a mistake, maybe, just maybe she should do what associated before her had done and run?  She had pretty much made up her mind to do this and decided to finish out the day so she would have a full day's paycheck... she went back to the point she had stopped at the lunch break and there laying face up was a card. It had not been there 20 minutes before  She bent to grab it and almost fell down It was an Irish Blessing !  On the other side there was a memorial for a departed person who was dearly loved....  She stood holding it and knew it was once more her Irish Grandmother telling her to trust , if she flipped she only had the death of every thing important to her, if she took things at face value then the Blessing would be there. Instead of running away she showed up at court,  holding this little card in her hand. She answered every question put to her honestly and was ready to take what would be coming....  She is still free, still working hard and was here for her son's 9th birthday.  She knows one day she will have to pay the piper but is calmer an more able to accept it.    Hey I soooooooooooo believ it isn't funny.

Bonita of Bwana

I don't have any visions or anything, but there is something really strange that goes on in my apartment...

 I live with Summer and two room mates in a three bedroom apartment.  We've lived there for over a year now.  We've had some weird noses and things, lots of clattering from the closet, open the door and nothing has moved.  Lights turn on and off, same with tvs and game systems.  Only occasionally, we didn't think much of it.

 About halfway through last year the weirdest thing started happening.  We were walking into the living room and look at Anne's door and there is a black hand print in it.  It was a small hand, did not fit any of ours.  It was a right hand, black on a white door, pointing slightly downward at an odd angle.  The freakiest thing is that it left dents in the wood.  Like someone had grabbed the door for dear life.  You could clearly make out a palm, fingers, thumb.... Where each finger ended there was a dent in the door.  We kept putting our hands up to it trying to figure it out.  So we grabbed cleaning stuff and went to clean it up.  We scrubbed, tried everything and it wouldn't come up.  It had not been there before (we had left together to go to the movies), we were sure!  It was so black on the white door that it was impossible to miss. 

So we looked around the rest of the house out of curiosity.  On the door frame leading to my room there was another print with tiny black tips of the fingers wrapped around the door frame- pretty low to the ground.  Again, like someone had been dragged into my room and had fought to not be by grabbing the door frame.  No dents this time, and it wouldn't be washed off either.  We also found one in Anne's bathroom.  Not a full print, just fingers.  Then we found one in the hall by the kitchen, just a partial, no dents as well...  None of us are big 'believers', but we just kind of sat there.  No one brought up the possibility that our place was haunted, we were too shaken up.  We never mentioned it to anyone.  If I'd had a camera, I'd have taken pictures, though.

 But about two weeks later, they vanished on their own somehow.  None of us could ever get them removed.  One day we woke up and just noticed they were gone.  The dents, however are still there....

Since then no more handprints.  We now joke that it's haunted.  I have never heard of anyone having a similar experience, but would be very very interested if you had.  Frankly it freaked me out.

Bonita of Bwana

Okay give you any chills??  

Why yes as a matter of a fact it did...literally.  Great story.

Laurelin, it would be interesting to know the history of the apartment.  Someone (likely a child) had traumatic experiences in that space.  Your situation sounds like residual energy imprinting.  It is said that this is much more common that people think.  Google it.