Spooks and ghosts and weeping ladies...oh my! Pt 2

Yes, thank you.

Oh boy, ghost stories. Which one do I tell. Okay, when I was a little girls my parents, my two sisters and I live with an elderly woman in the country in an older home. The upstairs was particularly spooky. My sisters and I shared a bed in the back room for a while. One night we were all awakened by something I don't remember what but I do remember a tiny light going over the bed and coming right up to our faces. I remember something touching my ear. To this day I sleep on my left side with the blanket over my ear. We also had a Chinaman who sat in a rocking chair in my mom and dad's room sometimes. I never saw him but my dad and sister did.

I apologize for the typos. Last night I stepped on my glasses really messed them up. I am getting them fixed tomorrow but until then I am using some old ones. I can't see the keys real well right now. Again, sorry.

can't wait to hear more stories!

Buckimom, don't worry about the little things! LOLI can't tell you how many typos I've made! (I had to correct three here.)

Snow, that's a fascinating site! Thanks!

I remembered another story. BTW got my glasses fixed to the tune of a hundred dollars today. Good grief. When my DH and I were newlyweds 35 years ago we were renting an upstairs apartment. One morning after my hubby left for work around 5 a.m. I was still asleep. I was awakened by noises in the kitchen. As I listened I knew exactly what it was. Something or someone was moving the plastic drinking glasses around in the kitchen cupboard. I jumped out of bed, got dressed and drove to my parent's house a few blocks away. I didn't go home til my husband could go with me when he got off work.

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Whew! I would have, too!

Two nights ago, my DH and I were wakened to the sound of the doorbell ringing. I would have said it was dream but BOTH of us were wakened. No one on the porch, driveway or around the back. Nothing. We have motion sensors on the side of the house and they were off. Cats didn't move, either, so they didn't hear it.

The apartment was very nice but there were back stairs that went to a little laundry room that always freaked me out. I would run up them after I got the laundry. I always felt like someone was watching me. One night my husband was playing poker at a friend's house. It was a work night so I went to bed before he came home. The apartment was an upstairs one. The stairs had a door at the bottom that was our apartments front door. I was awakened by the sound of the door being closed and I heard footsteps on the stairway so I figured my husband was home. I remember looking toward the bedroom door thinking he would be coming in when I saw a totally white figure standing there. Then I could see that it was coming toward the bed. I don't know what it did next because I was under the blankets praying like crazy! When my husband came home I told him all about it thinking he would say I had been dreaming. Instead he said, Oh I've seen it too. Also at the bedroom door! Yikes!

Holy Cow!!

Echo-ing Nanny's Holy Cow!

Okay this is the last one at that apartment. It was winter and one night my DH and I were both awakened by a cat meowing. We both got up and looked all over the place. We did not have a cat by the way! Finally we pinpointed the meowing as coming from the outside of a window on the roof. We don't remember if we saw a cat but we do remember seeing a little old woman or man sitting on the top of the roof which was covered with snow! We were talking last night and couldn't remember which it was a man or a woman but we did both know it was a ghost.

Buckimom, your stories are just incredible. All I can say is..........'Creepy!!' (I'm still spooked by that last one.)
I have only just stumbled upon this thread and still haven't read it all but there are some amazing stories and I'm enjoying reading through them. Boy, it's a long thread though and taking some time.
I have a few of my own stories to tell. I've been 'tuned in' to strange happenings since my childhood and although I have never 'seen' an apparition (probably because I have learned how to talk to them by something I call 'thought process') I have both felt and heard them. I'll write more about my experiences later but for now here's quite a strange little story of something that happened to me 10 months ago:-

My husband was in the hospital having major surgery. I was trying to keep myself busy at home just cleaning and doing anything at all to try to keep from worrying. I decided to wash all the surfaces in the kitchen down, including the stovetop. I cook with gas and the hob has 4 burners, 2 are the same size and two are different sizes. These each have black metal discs that are removable for washing. I took off all four of them and placed them in a pile on the counter top (something I do most days and it is just one of those habitual things, so I know where they are when I need to wash and replace them.) I finished wiping down the stovetop, cleaned around the burners and reached out to pick up the black disks.......only 3 of them??? I hunted high and low for the other disk and it was nowhere to be found. My son turned up soon afterwards and he helped me move things and we both did a hands and knees search in case it had fallen onto the floor (which I think I would have heard anyway because they're magnetic and quite heavy). We searched for a good half hour and found nothing. Iwas just totally puzzled about how it could have just disappeared.
Fast forward 10 days later and hubby now out of hospital. I needed to go up to visit the place I grow my irises and have my greenhouse. This place is part of a council run training school for people with learning difficulties. It has an area for gardening, joinery, small farm, cafe and art studio. It was Sunday afternoon and nobody else was around. As I was walking up to my greenhouse I passed by the greenhouses and there, sitting on a low wall was a black disk, just like the one I had lost. I did a double-take and just stood staring at it with my mouth wide open. It was not the disk I'd lost but it WAS the same size and it does fit my gas burner.
I had to ask myself how likely that was to happen normally. It was just as if someone had placed it in that prominent position so that I would find it.
Two days later I called into the cafe and asked if they had 'by any chance' lost a disk off their stove. They took me into the kitchen and their stove had all it's disks in place.

LOL, I know that I have a harmless, mischievous spirit around from time to time and I think he/she was trying to take my mind off what was happening in the home.

Terri

Great story Terri. I wish I could say all of my encounters have been with just mischievous spirits. We lived for almost 15 years at a home that I had one very scarry episode. I was almost ready to have our 2nd child. I was huge! Our 3 year old had a nightmare. she was in her own twin bed in her room. Beside her bed was her dresser yo could reach out and touch it. I went in her room and laid down with her in bed. We both fell asleep. Sometime during the night I was awakened by a sense of something evil making it's way up the stairwell outside of the doors to the bedrooms. I laid there by my sleeping daughter very scared. So scared I was unable to yell out for my husband in the next room. I knew then as I was laying there that it was coming into my little girl's room. My first instinct was to keep her safe. I remember holding onto her for dear life and covering her with my body to protect her.We must have both been facing the dresser because I remember looking at it and seeing the drawers being pulled out and closed one by one. I was so scared all I could do was start praying. I was so terrifed I wanted to scream but couldn't! Then I had the same sensation that it was gone as fast as it came. As soon as I felt safe I got my daughter out of there and we went in our bed with my DH! I talked to our parish priest we had the house blessed soon as he could do it!

Wow, Terri, I think they were trying to keep your mind off things. Okay, I have two questions. First, Yorkshire...England? And second...is your hubby still okay?

Buckimom, that was creepy about the roof incident. I would have tried to talk to the second one. I know, that's just me, though. Any more incidents after the blessing?

Oh, and Terri? There was a part one to this thread, if you're interested.

More?

Thanks for both your comments Bukimom and kwanjin. My goodness Buckimom, how on earth did you continue to live in the house that that awful thing happened in? I would have been out of there the next morning!! You are made of much stronger stuff then me, I can tell you. Every time something has happened to me...after the first time, I've kept my eyes tightly shut and used this 'thought transference' that I taught myself. More about that later :o)

Kwanjin, yes, that's Yorkshire England. Celtic and American Indian in my ancestory and we were brought up with strange tales. Maybe that's why I didn't think it was anything different when I was a child. I remember when I was about 7 years old we used to live in a tiny, ancient 16th century cottage. It was so small that my brothers and I had to share a room and my baby sister slept in my parents room. I can still remember hearing a child crying as if it was in distress. The first time it happened I thought it was my baby sister crying. My parents were downstairs and I wondered why they couldn't hear her. I went into their room and my little sister was fast asleep and the crying just stopped.
Thank you for enquiring after my husband too. Unfortunately he had to have colon surgery after it became perforated (food allergies and Crohn's that he had been completely unaware of). He was very sick for a long time and it has taken 10 years for him to become strong enough (after the first surgery) to have the second operation.
Yes, I did notice that there is a 'thread number one' before this one. To think I used to think it was only me that strange things happened to, haha

Buckimom, we have also heard a cat cry very loudly in out bedroom. Actually it was very funny because we both sat up in bed at the same time without saying a word and asked one another, 'Did you hear that?'. Our own cat was fast asleep in her basket downstairs and the cry had been too loud to have been her. I'm just glad we didn't go looking out of our window or we might have seen something sitting on the roof too!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! LOL
More later, time to go fix our evening meal. I have some good stories to tell you too :o)

Terri

Kawonkamish,

Wow! Those are some creepy stories, everyone.

Terri: I'm Celtic/Native American, too. My Dad was from County Durham and his father was from Ireland. I'm Native American on my mother's side.


Aquene,
Moe/WautukquesSochepo

Kawonkamish,

These episodes happened in September of 2007:

I'd been home from the hospital for three days, after having surgery, and had a few things happen. I was hearing those popping noises again. They seemed to come from the area near/around the foot of the bed. I also heard a thunk, at the other end of the porch. I hadn't heard any voices, so I thought they are playing nice with me, while I recovered. I Hoped it would continue, until I'd fully recovered.

Well, the next night and following morning, brought a new dimension to the 'haunting'. I don't recall being touched before.

I'd gone to bed at 10:34pm, as I was trying to get comfortable, I felt someone or something, pinch the fleshy part of my big toe on my right foot. It wasn't a hard pinch, but it was a definite pinch. Needless to say, it startled me. I couldn't see or hear anyone and it wasn't repeated.

The next morning around 9:34am, I was alone in the house, sitting in the high-back chair in the living-room. I had my arms resting on the chair arms, with my right elbow and portion of my upper arm hanging over the side. I suddenly felt a gentle brush up the exposed part of my arm. I looked and there wasn't anything there, to cause the sensation(i.e. stray hair or lint). Neither times did I feel any malice intended. It seemed, both times, as if it was offering comfort. Though it's a bit unnerving, to feel you have been touched, when there was no one there.


Aquene,
Moe/WautukquesSochepo

* Edited for spelling.

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Ok, as I read more and more of the message posts I sometimes feel as if they could have been written by me. Some are so similar to my own experiences that it gives me chills.

Snow, your story about the mocassins is extremely close to a similar experience that I had, also the toe squeezing. My mother was Canadian and came to England when she was 5 years old. My Grt. Grandmother was Native American. My father's family has Irish links (my name is actually Teresa - spelt the Irish way). I've always been drawn to anything and everything Irish, even as a very small child and before I could have determined the differences in our cultures.

A little of my history might help you understand my stories as I tell them. I am a child from a second marriage. My father had been married before and his first wife and two of his children all died within a few short months of one another. His first wife died of an illness and his little boy (who was about 9 years old) also died of an illness. His 12 year old daughter was killed in a road traffic accident. Dad told me once that he'd only just returned to work (he was a working at a local farm at the time), and someone came to the farm to say his daughter had been killed.
The village we lived in was a small farming community. It was out in the sticks and everyone knew everyone else from birth to death. Being brought up in the village where my fathers previous family had lived was often kind of strange. Some of the older people would call me by my (passed on) half sister's name. I was always hearing how closely I resembled her. I often heard people talking to my father about his previous family and as I grew and became a teenager I became friendly with a lady who had been a good frind of my father's first wife.
She told me this story:- She said that Liz had known she was dying and told her one day that she wasn't scared of dying, but she WAS scared of leaving her two youngest children behind. She told this lady that if there were a way to take them with her she would do so.
It was common knowledge in our village that the little boy (my half brother) had been pining for his mother and his little heart was breaking as he was seen by many of the villagers cryng for his mummy. Everyone said he died of a broken heart. Just before her death my half sister was doing some shopping for a neighbour and was crossing the road. When she got halfway across and just before the car hit her she was seen (by several people) to look upwards, she held up her arms and cried, 'Mummy!'
So Liz did get to have her children with her in the end.
There are several other stories about these two children that I'll tell.

I apologise for their being sad stories, but I promise the sadness does disperse as time goes on.
:o))

Terri

Dear Terri,
Your story brought tears to my eyes. What a touching story. How tragic for your father to lose three loved ones so closely together. I can't imagine going through something like that.

Very sad, indeed. Don't worry if your stories are sad, funny, cute, frightening or what-have-you. Every story is valid.

Snow, I've been touched many times. I thought for a long time everyone was touched by things unseen. Feel glad they chose you. I feel them mostly when I'm sad or frustrated. Mostly on my left arm or back. Just a small caress.

I think it might be easier for me to remember the stories in the sequence that they occurred, there are so many of them that it might be hard to recall them exactly but I'll do my best.

I must have only been about 5 or 6 years old at the time and I remember 'a bit of a hushed conversation' between my parents and a few other villagers and I had that sense that something disturbing had happened. Whatever it was it involved some good friends of my father and had something to do with 2 of the young women (older daughters) from my father's friends family. There was some 'coming and going' between the houses and gradually the story came to my curious little ears. The two young women had been walking home from their job at a hotel just outside our village. They finished work quite late in the evening and walked the 2 miles home afterwards. These two ladies were like cousins to me and had known my half sister and her brother. They had been surprised to see a young girl standing by the roadside at the spot where my half sister had died. At first they'd just thought that it was one of the village children but wondered what the child was doing out at that time of night (these were the days when it was very unusual to see young children out after 9pm and it would have been cause for concern). One of the ladies called out to the child, 'Are you ok?' but they were still some distance away and couldn't see who it was. The child was walking up and down and looking at the ground as if looking for something. I think, but can't quite remember properly, that the other woman called out to the child, 'Have you lost something?' but still no reply. They wondered why the child had not acknowledged them and were a bit perplexed. Then both of them realised that the child was my half sister. She had not appeared 'transparent' or 'ghostly' in any way and it wasn't until they got closer that the child just faded away before their very eyes. Of course both young women were shaken up by what they'd seen and told their parents. Their father had thought that my father needed to know and had come to the house to tell him the next morning. Later, both of the young women had called at the house to tell their story.
Apparently she has been seen several times, but I don't think she has been seen in recent years.

More later :o)

Terri

These are all wonderful, keep them coming.

This is a story a one time neighbor told me. They had a bathroom with a claw foot tub. One day she was taking a leisurely bath when all of a sudden wet foot prints started going up the wall and the ceiling! One other time she had a large light fixture that was securely fastened to the ceiling of her living room narrowly miss one of her children when it (the light) suddenly fell!

Duh, the fact that was a claw foot tub doesn't matter. Brain f___!

This is a kind of scary story that my father told us several times.
It was the early 1900's (about 1913-1915. Dad was born in 1900 and in those days they had to start work early teens to help put the food on the table). He had been working as a ploughboy and was really tired and as he walked home down the very dark road. He always told us that it was one of those pitch dark nights with no moonlight and there were no streetlamps in those days. We all knew that same road very well and he would tell us this story every time we were with him as we passed a certain spot. He said as he passed a small wood on the right hand side suddenly he felt a firm hand on his shoulder and a loud voice (that he didn't recognise)said, 'You're just the person I've been waiting for all day!' Dad said he didn't wait to see who it was and he took off like a 'bat out of h...'. He said he was shaking so much and ghostly white when he arrived home at his parents cottage. Grandad was a gamekeeper and he set off with his dogs (and no doubt his guns because he was a very 'no nonsense' kind of man). His dogs were used to looking for poachers on the country estates all around the area and would have soon found anyone lurking in the wood or hiding in the undergrowth. Nobody was around and to the day he died father never did find out who touched him that night. He certainly never forgot the scare it gave him either. Was it a ghost?? Your guess is as good as mine. LOL

Terri

This is fun! I have to tell you that I had told my daughters about the little light touching my ear when I was little and to this day she also covers her ear when she sleeps. Made me feel bad!

Another little story was told to me by one of the elderly ladies from my childhood village. We must have been chatting about strange 'happenings' (and there were plenty of those in our village,LOL). She had been walking home along a gravelled path one night during the war. Because of the 'blackout' there was very little light except that from the moon and stars. She told me it was a beautiful night and she was listening to her shoes crunch in the gravel as she walked home. She saw someone come into view and get closer and closer until they passed one another. As they passed she said to the stranger, 'Good night!' but he didn't reply. She glanced over her shoulder and nobody was there. It was only then that she realised there had only been one set of footsteps crunching in the gravel. She said she had noticed his strange attire as he approached and passed her but hadn't thought it odd, until she realised that she'd seen a man in a tri-corn hat and wearing a cape and tight leggings with high boots. She said she thought he might have been a coachman.
Strange as it may sound, that village is reputedly haunted by a famous highwayman, and by the way the lady described this gentleman I've always thought she may have actually 'met' him. The only thing about it that I thought odd was............what happened to his horse?? Previous hauntings had always featured him on horseback.

Terri

Buckimom, details make us "see" the story better. ☺ Zoinks!!!

Terri, I'm wondering what he was wanted for? And why had "it" waited all day?

LOL, I don't think even Dad knew the answer to those questions kwanjin, but he was sure scared by "it".

With regards to the highwayman - a woman I used to work with (who was from the same village and actually lived in a house right on the main road that ran through it) told me one day, in all sincerity (and you can usually tell if these stories are 'far fetched' or not true) that one night her youngest son saw someone come riding down the centre of the road on horseback, very fast, with his cape flowing out behind him. Of course I can't verify how many 'shandies' Chris had drunk before going to bed, hahaha

Terri

When my dear grandma passed away. My sisters and I were at my mom's house (grandma lived with my mom) knowing that the end was near. My older sister and I had been sitting by her bedside praying and had fallen asleep. Suddenly we were both awakened by something, I don't remember what and instead of passing away with two sleeping granddaughters by her side. My sister and I were there to hold her hands and whisper into her ear how much we loved her. We always considered that such a blessing! When my father passed away in the hospital back then we were not allowed to stay in the room. My mom, sisters, and I camped out in the lobby. On the night he died we were all sleeping when suddenly I was awakened and went right back to his room. I was at the door to his room, a nurse came over and said he was the same as the last time we had checked holding his own so to speak. I knew instantly looking in at him that he was near death. I had the nurse (she was not happy because she had just checked in on him) go get my mom and sisters and we were all with dad with he died. When my mom passed away we had all been taking care of her along with hospice in her home. Same thing we knew the end was near, but because of emotional and physical exhaustion we had fallen asleep. My sister was suddenly awake went back to mom's room and knew the end was near. Once again, we were all there to help mom leave this world with prayers and words of our love for her. I wanted to share these experiences because I firmly believe that our good and loving Father who knows our wants and needs granted all of us ours. God is good!

Amen to that, Buckimom!!
I'm so pleased for you that all your loved ones had their loved ones close by as they passed on. It's strange how you get 'that feeling' that the end is close, even though you may be asleep, isn't it? I have never had it happen to me but have several friends who have told me the exact same thing you've just written about. I think it is much more than just instinct.

I have several more stories to tell. Perhaps I'll have time to type another this evening.

Terri

Okay, I've had people telling me that same thing, too. And when my mom passed just recently, I was awake before the call came. My DH was, too. They told me she passed just about 2:30am and I had wakened about 2:15am. The call came just after 3am.

You know when a loved one is passing, even from far off places. It's how we're made.

Kawonkamish,

Wow, everyone great stories. It's comforting to know that they have their loved ones near when they passed.

When my Dad passed away, he was in the hospital. He had gone in for a heart bypass surgery and on the way to the operating room he had a stroke. The orderly didn't notice my Dad was in trouble. No one noticed until he was brought into the operating room. It left him mostly paralyzed and unable to talk. All he could do was move his eyes and twitch his foot. We stayed with him in his hospital room. They didn't hook him up to any monitoring systems, because he could breathe on his own. He was like that for a while. One night, when visiting hours were over, they made us leave. None of us wanted to go. We all had the feeling something was not right. We couldn't put our fingers on what it was, but we new we shouldn't leave. Well, my Dad died early that morning. A blood clot had traveled to his lungs and because he wasn't on any monitors, he wasn't discovered until the morning, when there was a nurses shift change. My mom kept saying she knew she shouldn't have left. She knew something wasn't right.

One of my aunts passed away, she died of diabetes, she didn't want anymore treatments for an infection in her feet and legs. While the family held a vigil over her, in her last week of life, we kept finding pennies on the floor around or near her bed. I think someone, from the other side, was there waiting to take her 'Home' and the pennies were being left to let us know she wouldn't be alone, when the time came. Before she died, she said, she hoped to hang on until Autumn. She loved to see the foliage change color. Unfortunately, she didn't make to the Fall. We went home for the night, we were exhausted, we had just arrived home when my cousin called and said she had passed away. She had waited until everyone had left the room to pass away. We immediately went back to my aunt's place to say goodbye. While I was looking out the window, of her bedroom, I noticed some leaves, on a tree across the parking lot, had changed color. I ran outside and gathered a few. I laid them on her chest. They had to have changed after we had left for the night, it had only been a few hours. They cremated them with her.


Aquene,
Moe/WautukquesSochepo

My ghost keeps telling me to write it down. When I do within seconds it all goes away.
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Snow, what a really lovely thing to do for your Aunt. So she saw her fall leaves after all!!
Re the pennies on the floor...I had a similar thing happen to me with hairpins. I'll tell that story later.

Some of my stories seem so ridiculous now that I have difficulty believing them myself, LOL
Would you believe that I actually sat here and typed one story out...exactly as it happened...then re-read what I'd written and thought, 'Nobody is going to BELIEVE that!!' and I erased the entire thing?? No matter, I would just like to say here that every single word of my stories are true...even though some may seem very 'unlikely'.

When I moved to the town that has been my home for 36 years we lived with my husbands father in a house that he had only recently inherited from his sister. His siter and her husband had died withing only a few short weeks of one another. Their spirits were still very much in their former house and I bore the brunt of that several times. I'll tell more about that later. The pressure eventually became so intense that I had to find us another place to live for the sake of our 4 year old son. I heard about some apartments that had recently been built and managed to get one for my husband, son and I.
We lived on the second floor and there was a family who lived below us. They had 2 young children. My husband often worked until 3 in the morning. One night, at just after 2am I was woken by someone touching my ankle and lower leg. I thought it was my young son needing something and called out his name and asked what was the matter. Immediately the hand was removed and I turned on the bedside lamp but there was no-one there. I knew I hadn't been dreaming and that there had been someone in the room. I also had the feeling that whatever/whoever it was it was not malevolent. When my husband came home I told him what had happened (by now he was quite used to my *happenings* and he believed me because he knew that I am not an imaginitive person and would never lie about these things). After that I had several other strange things happen.
Perhaps one of the strangest things that kept happening was my being woken by what I believe was a small child running around on the landing just outside our bedroom door. I would hear laughing and noises that resembled a child playing and giggling. The little footsteps were light and like those of a little toddler who had recently learned to walk. We had wooden flooring and the child must have been barefoot. My own son was fast asleep in his bedroom and, anyway, he was very heavy footed by comparrison. Although I did check a few times that it wasn't him when it first started to occur. I asked the lady who lived downstairs if her children had been awake during the night and she assured me that they had slept soundly (I did that several times and she must've thought I had a screw loose. LOL) I heard the noises not just once but dozens of times and whenever my husband was home and with me I would nudge him to try to wake him so that he would also hear them. But every single time I managed to wake him the noises abruptly stopped.....until....one night I had been woken by them and had been listening to the little footsteps and giggling for what must have been 20 minutes or longer. In the end I was determined to wake up my husband so that he WOULD hear it this time. As I nudged him to wake up he whispered to me, 'It's ok, I've been listening to it too.' I can't tell you what a relief that was after all that time.
But after that we never heard it again :o(

Terri

Docgipe, maybe we should all tell your ghost it's okay to tell us. We aren't hurtful people and will understand, not ridicule.

Snow, that's wonderful! You know how to send someone off, don't you? And they shouldn't have made you all leave your father! They don't do that these days, for which I'm grateful.

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Terri, great story. Why wouldn't we believe you? We have our own stories and would definitely believe! LOL

Ok, Kwanjin, LOL
But do you have stories about talking vases and ornaments?? That was the story I deleted. I even find it hard to believe myself now so couldn't blame others for thinking it 'far fetched'.
I may tell you all about it later :o))

My MIL had a statue of Jesus that moved. Does that count? LOL I can wait patiently...tap, tap, tap...

It has been something to read these stories. I have told you all things that I don't tell too many people. They tend to think you have a screw or two loose unless they have been through something like that also. Thanks for sharing and listening. Cathy