Spooks and ghosts and weeping ladies...oh my!

hmmm. I had a dream last night that I installed pavers for a patio area in my yard...LOL! Maybe this dream will come true :oD

When I was a teenager we moved into a house that was a 100 years old. We all would hear somebody walking down the stairs...but we were all already downsatirs. I hated staying home sick from school by myself. I would be downstairs and it would sound like the upstairs was being destroyed! Like things being thrown around and dropped. Very creepy!

Stuff would disappear only to show up weeks later in some place totally different.

I took a picture one time and after I had it developed there appeared to be a woman's head in the shot. You could see her hair was in a bun. I kept it for years, but finally got rid of it a few years back!

TYPO"S

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Thanks, Marie. It's a cheap thrill. And people can see they aren't the only ones that things happen to.

That IS creepy, Nanny. We had some neighbors, once, that swore we were leaving marks on their windows. The windows were facing our house. But they discovered that the marks were on the INSIDE of the windows. Kind of like fingersprints that were smeared but then kind of not. They're hard to describe. They never did find out what made them.

When my mom died several years ago we had the usual phenomenon of the phone ringing but no body there and every single lightbulb in the house blew.

When my dad died in December of 2006, my daughter had several of her lightbulbs blow out. She has had lots of experiences too. She called me one time and was telling me about how sometimes she would be in the kitchen and she could hear children playing in the hall and one of the bedrooms. She checked and non of the neighbors had kids and it clearly sounded like they were in her apartment. I told her to tell them they are dead and to go to the light. But if it was residual energy there was nothing she could do about it.

Brrr....Kids laughing when there are NO kids makes me shiver!

Oh, gosh...tingling with your stories.

heard my name being wispered when i was a kid. Left alone in the house, playing my music and doing homework. Someone was clearly calling me. No one there...Totally freaked me out.

Yikes! ☺

After our nieghbour died I was sitting on my porch swing and looked over at his house.
I saw him swinging on his yard swing. It was spooky.

Hubby was out here at the property before we moved in and a large black 'dog' walked up to him in the dark, right beside a huge fire.
The it was just, 'gone'.

Before we moved into the trailer the boys were sleeping and I was laying awake when I heard someone open the door, walk to us and he stopped and stared down at me. Then he turned and walked back to the door..he never opened the door and left.
The 'man' was a large black shadowy thing.

I saw a little goblin thing in my kitchen a few months ago, it disappeared too.

Something keeps slamming into the side of the house when me and boo are home, it's loud and when I look there's nothing there. LOL

K now Im scared :P. lol

We annointed the house cause well, everything thats happened felt wrong.

Oh my gosh...What scarey things, Don't know how you can stay there!

LOL I would have moved at the first occurance.

LOL-
the first one happened when I lived in Florida. It was unnerving.
The others all happened here though. Trust me, there are days I would move, but hubby won't budge.

Ok, So have you found out the history behind these things? You got a for real these walls could talk.
Does Dh witness these things?
gulping here..LOL

Not sure if this is the kind of story you are looking for but I thought I'd share...

The day after our 25th Wedding Anniversary celebration Roger said he was feeling quite ill, within a few weeks, actually on Christmas Day I was told by the specialist that he would not come home..I quickly inquired as to 'when will he come home then' thinking that he must stay in the hospital over Christmas, only to be told 'he wouldn't at any time come home' infact at any moment he would cross over and be with the Lord...

Now just prior to this his Mother was in the hospital quite ill, his father had fallen from the roof removing snow, his sister was ill - blood cloths etc.etc. so Roger asked me to ask them not to visit (of course not knowing he was at death's door) so I did, as the week went on, he was unable to have meds because his liver could not break down the components I was told, he lay without clothing because everything passed through him and also kidney's had stopped functioning and he was so very swollen, you'd but touch his skin and it would break open..so he begged not to have his family visit..I kept that promise..he died New Years Day and we all made it through the funeral..I did the eulogy, his family came to our home and then out of the 10 sibblings remaining and his parents only a couple would speak to me...my boys were torn apart, supporting me, trying to stay close to their father's family, so months went by, years went by and many terrible things happened during this time...

Better get on with the 'rest of the story' right?

This one week I had a feeling of doom and gloom..most of the week sick to my stomach..this one night I fell asleep and virtually remember Roger being by my bedside...the next morning I told the boys and they said it must have been the meds..had visions...so that was that...but this feeling of Roger remained with me throughout the week...

As with every Saturday, I would get my hair done at 8am, leave the hairdressers' pass the graveyard on my way to the seniors home where I would spend the morning with my grandmother (my most precious of friends..my soul companion)...as I passed the graveyard I said out loud, "Roger, I know you are with me, and I know you want me to do something, you cannot rest, what do you want me to do?" and continued on my journey...spent the morning visiting with grandma, went shopping and on my way back I stopped at the gravesight and said "I'll do what you want but have no idea what it is"...now the graveyard was perhaps 1,000 ft. from where Roger's mom and dad lived..no contact had been made other than 1 time..during that last week in the hospital while Roger lay close to death I wrote a journal and kept it going for an entire year..it was some reading..still read it from time to time and cannot believe I lived through the hell...anyway I had contacted Roger's mom, met her and gave her the manual in hopes that she would read it and understand those last weeks, I would venture to say she or they never red it.....so virtually NO CONTACT after a month or so after his death.....I was the B-----ch who stopped them from seeing their dying son! Had I only known, I may not have agreed to his dying request!!!

Now I'm leaving the graveyard, no recolection though of doing so, without knowing where or how, I could hear the sound of a knock on a door, I remember, what must have seemed to be hours was just a flit of a second in time, I recognized I was at his parents home... I knocking on their door..I remember so clearly as my hand was knocking and came off the door that I looked at it and thought, this cannot be happening, this cannot be me! Why am I here in a place and with people who caused me so much pain...why would I be here, at this door, this is the last place I would ever want to be, dear Lord, let there be no - one at home...

But the door opened gradually and Roger's mom said, 'Betty? come in for tea' so I slowly entered and sat at the kitchen table, drank tea and we spoke about the weather, my children etc. etc. then from the living room came Roger's dad..a surly type of person, an unforgiving person (at least my views) and as he rounded the door into the kitchen, Nora (Roger's mom) said 'it's Betty' and he said 'I know who she is'..I thought this is were I get thrown out..but he spoke softly, and we all talked and talked but really it was about absolutely NOTHING...then I though it was time I left so I felt confused, now what...and then I heard my voice softly saying, without tears in my eyes " I guess you are wondering why I am here" both looked at each other...I said, "Roger cannot rest, he asked me to come here and make peace...his boys need his family and his mother, with no family division..Greg will marry shortly and he'll not have us all at the " His mother bowed her head and his father said, "none of us knew how to deal witht he death of a man who was so very strong, someone who all looked up to, we all did things, all said things that should have never been, it's time to put this aside" Imagine...the war had ended..and to date I've never had another visit from Roger..I'm hoping he's at peace.. I know...I've been send many 'earthly angels' from time to time to watch over me and my boys and to guide me through my day...

Did it all end... perhaps 3 out of the 10 still to this day do not speak to me...but Paul my BIL (boss) is one of those who has taken me under his wing, Suzanne is a SIL who lets me travel daily with her and watches over my, Marguerite/Robert as well...

Is this event something I would have done on my own???? ABSOLUTELY NOT!!!!!

Guess the simple heading in the thread brought on memories and a novel...sorry!!!

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Don't you ever be sorry, Betty! That was the most wonderful thing you could have done. Thank you for sharing it. Regardless of who told you to do that, it was for the best, don't you think?

Oh Betty,
Do not be sorry my friend. Roger is at peace knowing that there is peace between his parents and you. I am sure he is very proud of you for doing what he wanted for a second time.

Betty that is an awesome story. Do not ever be sorry for sharing you never know who will be helped by this!! (((HUGS))) from Arizona

Wow Betty! Thank you for sharing that wonderful life story! I love those types of real life stories!

Years ago, I was pregnant with my first child, also the first grandchild and first great grandchild. My grandmother had been sick for a long time. She was really excited about becoming a great grandma. I went down south to visit her for a week while I was about 4 month pregnant. She was pretty ill, couldnt walk more than 5 feet without having to stop to catch her breath. I remember telling her "now dont you die grandma....I dont wanna wear a maternity dress and you know I would have to wear a dress to your funeral" She told me "You never fully live until youve become a great grandma, I'll be here to see my first great grandchild!"

I went back home and a few weeks later my grandma went on a trip to Las Vegas to celebrate her coming birthday (85!) On her way home from Las Vegas, she was talking to her friend and just slumped over in the car and died. Grandma always told us when she died, she wanted to die at a black jack table in Las Vegas, well... she died on the way home with $ in her pocket book! Needless to say, I was really distraught. I thought she would live to at least see her great grand baby, but God had other plans.

Months later, after my oldest son was born, I woke up in the middle of the night and saw someone enter my room. I was extremely exhausted from taking care of the baby. My mom was visiting and I thought it was her who entered the room. I tried to roll over to see who was there, but I couldnt! My body felt paralyzed. I tried to talk, but nothing would come out. The person walked across my room to the bassinet, but I couldnt roll over to see who it was. I remember being terrified, and then I was suddenly really calm, and everything was okay. I dont remember the person leaving the room.

The next morning, I asked my mom if she came into the room that night, and she told me she didnt. I told her what happened and she just calmly told me, oh... dont worry about it...I'm sure it was just your grandmother visiting her great grandchild. She told you she would be able to REALLY live once she had a great grandchild!

To this day, I know that she has watched over all of my kids, I know that she is the one who vistited and played with my younger son. My grandmother had lung cancer before she died and had one lung removed. I think that what she really meant when she said, you dont really live until you have great grandchildren... was that once she died, she could really live.... without disease and bad lungs etc. I think she came back and was able to play with the kids and watch over them, without having physical maladies to limit her.

so, maybe its our great grandparents who are our guardian angels and our 'imaginary friends' when we are little, etc ? :oD

Anjl

Anjl..have shivers...know if there are angels, my grandma would be one of them...

Laughing at your reference to dying at a blackjack table in Las Vega...

My girlfriends mother Cecile who was always was so jealous always said that when she died, she'd take DH with him..wasn't going to leave his side..well one New Years' Eve (what's with New Years and dying???) they were coming home from a party, another car hit them dead on and they were found wrapped in each others arms..it was so traumatic for the family and yet they had a sense of peace that both were together for eternity...Mark and Juliette knew that her mothers' prayers had been answered...

Great true stories! Don't ever be sorry for something from the heart!

My grandfather has visited me after his death, no doubt in my mind! It was very vivid and still is to this day.

After my heart attacks, my dh hated leaving me home alone while he went to work. He is not a believer in these sort of things, so I didn't bother to tell him I knew I was not alone. I had all my loved ones who had passed one watching over me! I would here them come in through the door and walk through the kitchen and know someone was there.

I also had my favorite husky come and visit me. I know he will be there waiting when I cross over!

Great stories, everyone.

My mom always knows her sister is with her when she smells roses and there are no roses around.

I had a friend who passed on a several months ago, his name was James Wilkie, he provided reading for stars/astronaught/worked with Mother Theresa, a wonderful man..I'll miss him..have many of the letters he sent me, the painting he did of me, called 'Jesabel' because in a prior life I treated me very badly and that in this world I MUST wait on men..lol - how very true!

Moved into our community and wasn't at all well accepted due to his ability to talk to the dead..both he and his spirit guide 'Rama' often told me of the spirit world friends visiting with me..we became great friends...
http://www.jameswilkiepsychic.org/Overview.html

I truly believe in the spirit world

DH has had a visit from both of his grandparents at times. He was very close to both of them, they essentially raised him. Both times it happened he was driving tractor trailer and was at a juncture where he would have been in serious trouble had they not appeared and warned him. When his grandmother passed, he knew about it before the rest of us. She evidently dropped in to "see" him before she moved on. I had been trying to call him to let him know. This is before cell phones so had to go thru his dispatcher. It was kinda creepy but we both believe this sort of thing is certainly possible, so it really comes as no surprise.

We have a full blown parapsychology unit in Richmond, VA that comes up here and "haunts" (you should excuse the pun) the local battle fields and other areas. Fredericksburg is so rich in history there all sorts of interesting weird and creepy things that happen around here. LOL This area is primarily known for it's civil war history, but the town has been in existence since pre-colonial days, so it does get interesting. There is a storage building down by the river that stil exists from the pre-colonial days. They are doing an archaeological dig on the site and there have been some "spook" stories in the local paper about that. Very interesting.

Dh and I would love to visit that area someday, doccat5. He is a real civil war buff and I just like history in general. Bet there are some great stories!

I'll try and remember to cut out a copy and paste in here, nanny. This is a beautiful area and very rich in history. We normally take the "visitors tour" at least once a year. They now have a couple of horse drawn carriages that take visitors around town. We went with friends and did that one at Christmas time. It was wonderful and great fun. :)

Doccat, my DH and I took a trip to N. Carolina a couple of years ago and took a few tours of Civil war sites. Soooooo interesting. We heard a few strange things but we didn't see anything. We would love to take a trip to your neck of the woods. Anything in particular we should see?

Take a tour of the city of Fredericksburg. It's especially great if you happen to be a civil war buff, but there are plenty of other things to do locally. There are battlefields all over the place. Chancellorsville is right up the road from me and that place does give me the willies......

Civil War buffs, history buffs, airplane buffs, travel buffs, lighthouse buffs...

Oh yes, you will have a good time here!! The new Marine Corp air museum at Quantico, VA is not far from here. :)

Oh.............!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Have to go there!!!!!! Thanks!!!!!! (Not enough !!!!....)

Hi all, just happened upon this thread, and want to share my experiences.
Several years ago, I went on a weekend trip with my DB and SIL to the Philadelphia flower show. On the way home, we stopped at the national battlefield of Antiedam, near Sharpsburg, MD. You can drive through this battlefield to tour it. As we were driving through, this overwelming feeling of sadness and death came over all 3 of us! It was awful!!!! We could hardly stand it. We decided it had to be because of the battles there, and the dying.
Once we left, the feelings left also.
Another time, we had a good friend who was dying....and he knew it. This friend had told me he would stay alive until I recovered from my back surgery. After I was well on my way to recovery, we again went to the Philly flower show. We got back on a Sunday evening ...late. The next morning , I had a dream...in which our friend came to me, and said, Marcia, I am with God and my dad. I am happy now, and don't hurt. I hope you will not hurt either, and please be happy. I asked him...(in the dream)...where are you???? But then I woke up. Later that day, I called to see how our friend was doing, and I was told by his SIL that he had passed away at 1:30 AM that morning. My dream was somewhere around 8:00 AM...same morning. I did not know he had passed at that time.
It really made a very deep impression on me, and verified to me...what I had always believed...that there IS life after death!!
All these stories are really interesting!! Keep them coming!!!
Thanks, Celia, for starting this!

One year, my mom went to visit my grandmother and left us kids with daddy for a week. While visiting, her and grandma went to see a psychic that they had seen several times before. The psychic asked my mom how my sister was doing. Mom didnt understand what she was talking about, and the psychic asked her about my sisters broken arm. Well, my sister didnt have a broken arm...She also warned my mom that my brother was going to be hit by a car. When they left, my mom was really worried, she called my dad to 'warn' him that my brother was going to be hit by a car and to ask about my sisters arm. When she called, my older sister told her they had been trying to get ahold of her, my brother WAS hit by a car that afternoon. He was just a little scraped up and dazed, but he was okay. My mom decided to cut her visit short and come home early. A few days later, my sister twisted her arm on the monkey bars at school and had to have a cast to let it mend, she didnt break her arm though. My mom and grandmother kept seeing the psychic over the years, and when I got older, they invited me to come along. I wouldnt go! LOL! Freaked me out too much, and I already had many 'dreams' that came true over the years. If something is going to happen to me or one of my loved ones, I DONT want to know ahead of time! :o)

Great stories, one and all!

All this talk of car accidents has put me in mind of an accident I was in, once. I kept having this feeling that something was going to happen in the car every time I got in. For a week this went on. I was riding with my ex-husband, when a guy made a u-turn in front of us, came back in our lane and hit us head-on. We weren't badly hurt but the feeling went away. The funny part is...he was drunk and ran away but didn't go very far because he fell down and couldn't stand up again.

oooh, that happens to me all the time. You think I would listen to the thoughts... but oh no, not me! I get a feeling I'm gonna get a ticket, I recognize it, I know its gonna happen, do I look at the spedometer? do I pay more attention to who is behind me? am I more aware of driving perfectly? coming to a complete stop? yield for traffic? NO! everytime I get thefeeling, I get the ticket! LOL! its kinda inevitable...whether its an accident feeling, a ticket feeling, etc I cant seem to stop it from happening. Even though I know its that early warning bell.
I knew that the Loma Prieta Earthquake was going to hit, did I prepare for it? did I have water and food stored? nope. I guess I get the early warning and think...naw, it wont really happen!
dont they call this optimistic?

I think everybody has that and just need to listen AND act. Most people listen but...

Maybe next time?

I am too a beleiver of Spirits.

I have another story, My sister was a dreamer. She actually dreamt of her death. Now the thing is she very often told me some of her dreams, but never told me of that one. She mentioned it to my brother in law though and he told me many months after. She and her boyfriend were killed instanly in a car crash...
And I she did also beleive in dreams too many had come true for her. So she went about the rest of her life living to the fullest. made sure she had no "enemies" etc. While, this just about did me in coming to find that out. Plus I recalled our last conversations and had I paid more attention then i might have realized there was something she did'nt tell me...But the big thing is she is never far from me. Her first grandson was born in December, my nephew says he always seems to be talking to her...AND odd as it is, he already says grandma!

That's neat! Saying grandma because he already knows her.

Here's one that didn't come true. The night one of my nieces was born, her mother had a very vivid dream. She saw her daughter as a grown-up. She told her mom that, although she would only be with her for 11 years, she wanted her to know she loved her. When my niece was 11, she had a horribly case of the flu and was hospitalized. The Drs. were able to save her but it was touch and go for awhile.

I meant to post this last night, about Pearl Harbor - the attack began at 07:48, Hawaii time on December 7, 1941. It is very possible that 07:55 was the time that the radio station was hit. Wow! Those would be some really interesting broadcasts. Were they from a commercial radio station or AFN (Armed Forces Network) broadcasts?

Bonnie

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I think it was from a civilian station but am not sure. I wish I could remember the call letters but the old gray matter fails me. They dedicated a lot of songs to Navy men from girlfriends and wives and from them to the gals so I believe that a lot of military people listened to it though.

maybe an old military person, ham operator or amateur radio, would replay the broadcasts each year as a tribute.

One of my most vivid dreams was about being in a grocery store and choosing the best red apple. But I have had dream once or twice about going through a doorway and entering the most beautiful peaceful meadow imagineable. Nice to think it has significance.

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Sounds like the Elysian Fields.

sallyg, strange that you mention a meadow!

Above I mentioned about my husky coming to visit me to let me know he was alright. He was in a beautiful meadow that had such a peaceful feeling to it. There was some kind of big tree in the distance. He smiled( and that dog did smile! we took him at 5 weeks so he imprinted alot of human behaviors!) gave me his squinty eye look, turned and strted running towards the tree. Clearly he was happy and free to run!