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

Oh...Terri? We did have a central air intake we heard voices from. This was in 1983? Somewhere in that time frame. My DD was little, 2-3 yrs. Your statement made it come back to me. Funny how that happens.

I know what you mean, Cathy. That's kind of why the threads were started. So we could have a place to share and not feel out of place.

Celia

Kawonkamish,

I hope you all don't mind, but my arthritis and carpel tunnel are acting up, so I'm just going to copy and paste my posts from the GS forum to here.


Posted on: November 11, 2007

Well, things seem to be starting up again. The past few weeks I have been hearing the footsteps and voices again, also some new sounds. As I have mentioned before, per request of my mother, I have set the television to come on at 6 AM Monday through Friday. Well, the other night I could not sleep and was tossing and turning, try to get comfortable. I heard what sounded like the television turning on, a whomp... click sound. I sat up in bed and looked at the alarm clock and it read 3 AM. I leaned forward and looked at the television and it was not on. I laid back down and tried to get to sleep, when I heard footsteps walking back and forth in front of the bathroom and fireplace. I then heard a bang near the Barrister bookcase, next to the dividing picture-shelf window, between the porch and living-room. There was nothing there to make the noise. I did not get much sleep that night.

Oh, did I mention my mother is away in California, so again I am alone in the house and will be for two weeks. Oh joy(said with sarcasm)! I have heard the same noises last night and into this morning. I was sitting in the high-back chair, watching television, when I heard the bang, plus a couple of clicks. I also, have the feeling I am being watched, but I am getting used to it. I have seen some flashes of light and I thought I saw a shadow near my mother's room. I pulled the privacy blinds down on the porch. One blind covers the picture-shelf window and another divides part of the porch to make a private area to sleep. I just did not want to deal, with seeing anything in the dark, last night.



Posted on: November 23, 2007

This is what has happened so far...

November 12th. 3:31 AM: I just got back from a trip to the bathroom and was just resettling back down to bed, when I heard footsteps and what sounded like a cough, coming from the living room. The steps, sounded like, they were walking in front of the fireplace, just a few steps, then the cough. After that, there was no more sounds. I fell back to sleep around 4:00 AM.

November 13th. 11:01 PM: I was just settling down to sleep, when I felt some thing brush past my feet. I opened my eyes and there was nothing there. I then heard the floor boards creak(the porch is carpeted) near the bed on the doorway side and then footsteps, on the bare wood floor in the living room, going past the picture window. I keep the blinds down now, so I was unable to see anything.

November 15th. 3:45 PM: I went to the basement to get some birdseed for outside. I had not fed the poor birds for a few days. As I was filling up the container, I suddenly felt uneasy, like I was being watched. I looked around, but could not see anything. I quickly finished and raced up the stairs. As I was shutting off the light, I heard the bottom step make a creaking noise, as if someone had stepped on it. I snapped off the light and slammed the door shut and locked it.

November 16th. 7:30 PM: I was sitting in the living-room, watching BBC comedies on the television, when I saw a dark shadow in the kitchen. I saw in my peripheral vision, it moved from left to right, past the kitchen doorway. I did not get up to investigate it.

November 17th. 8:05 PM: As I was leaving the bathroom, I noticed a dark shadow move past the doorway of my room. It moved from left to right. I checked the room, there was nothing amiss.

November 18th. 10:15 PM: I was sitting in the high-back chair, in the living-room watching television. In my peripheral vision, I saw a white streak of light in my mother's bedroom. It shot from the right to the left, behind her bed, in between the bed and the wall. It actually blocked the view of the window, when it went past it. I did not go to investigate it.

November 23rd. 7:05 AM: I walked into the kitchen and dining room to put up the shades. As I went to grasp the shade, I noticed that the sun catcher, of a Native American, was on the floor. It was not damaged, thankfully. I placed it back on the hook in the window and went to work.

November 23rd. 12:06 PM: When I came home from work, the strangest thing happened, I unlocked the door and as I was opening it, I heard a loud, drawn out moan. It was not coming from the door. It sounded like it was coming from the dining room. As I stepped inside I turned to look towards the dining room and I saw the sun catcher on the floor again. I also saw a paper napkin, that I had left on the table, was now on the floor. It was about 3-inches away from the sun catcher. No one was home, while I was at work.



Posted on: November 28, 2007

November 26th. 1:03 AM: I was just getting settled in for the night. I stayed up late to read. I turned off the light and laid back in bed, when I heard a knock. I could not tell where it exactly came from, but it sounded as if it was near me. I turned on the light and searched, but could not find anything.



Posted on: January 22, 2008

... My brother and his family were staying here and everything had been so hectic, that I had not really noticed anything unusual. Recently however, I have been noticing some new phenomena.

January 15, 2008 3:29 AM: I was getting up to use the bathroom and I heard someone go into it. I thought it was my mother, but I could hear her in her room. I got up and looked towards the bathroom and saw that no one was in there. I quickly went in and used it and got right back into bed. I did not go looking around this time.

January 20, 12:15 AM: I heard someone walking about the living room and I could hear someone breathing, on the opposite side of the partition blind for the porch shadowbox window. I got up and checked about, my mother was in bed asleep, so it was not her.

January 21, 11:17 PM: As I was settling down for the night last evening, I noticed a quick flash of light moving from left to right across the separating blinds on the porch. I then heard a loud snapping sound in the living room. When I got up to investigate, there was nothing amiss.

January 22 2:05AM: I heard someone walking about in the living room, moving toward the bathroom. I then heard a male voices whispering, but I could not make out what they were saying.



Aquene,
Moe/WautukquesSochepo

* Edited for spelling

This message was edited Jun 17, 2008 3:13 PM

Thank you for posting that Snow, I could almost *feel* your fear as I read what you had written. I've been in a similar situation myself (someone else's house where I felt my every move was being watched by unseen spirits) so I know the feeling only too well. Even trying to write about the events that happened in that house still make me feel uneasy and that was back in 1972.
I hope your arthritis and carpal tunnel are easier for you by now, they certainly are not fun, poor you :o(

Ok, another little story, but not about the house I just mentioned....
After moving from 'that' house into our new rented apartment we were all starting to settle in nicely. The apartment was light and airy, unlike the 'house of horrors', and we used pretty pastel shades and colours we enjoyed for our decor. Still there was one room in the apartment that I used to feel uneasy in. It was our son's bedroom at the back. There was nothing unpleasant about the room, it was a typical 'little boy's' room with toy cars, planes, pictures of bikes on the wall, that kind of thing...but for some reason I always got an uneasy feeling in there. I was the only person who felt like that.
I had a close friend from my childhood village who wanted to come and visit. By now I had a little daughter who was 18 months old and I'd only just got back in touch with my friend. We'd lost touch after she'd moved one way and I moved another. I was anxious to have her stay and do some catching up on all the village gossip. For her visit I moved my son into his baby sister's room and my friend was to sleep in his bedroom. My husband looked after the children while my girlfriend and I went out to one of the local pubs for a get-together with friends. By the time we got back home it was somewhere around 11pm and my friend (who worked in a cocktail bar back home, had been teaching the local barman how to mix cocktails, hehehe) Of course, once mixed, someone has to drink them. Consequently she was 'three sheets in the wind' as we staggered back home. I was still sober because I had a lot less to drink, so when we arrived back home I went to the bedroom with her to make sure she was comfortable. I went and checked on my babies and kissed them goodnight while my friend changed into her nightclothes and visited the bathroom. I watched her as she kicked off her carpet slippers and climbed into bed.
The following morning I was up before anyone else. Both the children were still fast asleep, so was my husband. I had the coffee on and heard my friend coming down the stairs so poured her a cup. I saw her look into the kitchen and she glanced around the living room as if she were looking for the children. She asked me, 'Where are the children?' so I told her they were still fast asleep. Then she asked me had my son been into her room? I told her he hadn't and she asked had I been in there? I told her nobody had been in her room that morning. That was when she told me she'd found her carpet slippers placed on the bedroom windowsill behind the curtains. One was upside down on top of the other.

More about my 'joint' experiences with my friend later :o))

Terri

Snow, that link you gave us is very interesting. Thank you again. Maybe we could ask Dave for our own? ☺

Thanks, Terri.

Kawonkamish,

Terri, your stories are great, please keep them coming. My hands aren't much better today. It's this weather we're having here, sunny mornings and thunderstorms late in the day.

You're welcome kwanjin.


Posted on: January 30, 2008

Well, for the past few nights I have heard the man whispering. Now it seems he has a friend with him... said sarcastically. I can hear him whispering and someone else answering. I can not make out what the other person is saying, either. It appears that 12 AM - 3 AM is there time to talk. It is driving me nuts, not being able to understand what they are saying. I need to get a digital voice recorder.


Posted on: February 2, 2008

Well, I heard some more of the same last night. Unfortunately, I was a bit more tense, than usual. We had an intense thunder, lightning and wind storm. Even so, I could still hear the whispering and foot steps. Which means the phenomenon had to be fairly close, for me to be able to hear it over the storm. I can not find my small pair of needle-work scissors. I left them on the tea cart in the kitchen and now they are gone. My mother and I looked everywhere for them, with no luck. This has happened before, along time ago when I was around ten years old. I had a leather coin purse, with an Indian head burned onto it. I got it on vacation in Canada. It disappeared and we searched high and low for it, but could not find it. We found it some ten years later, in the bottom of a box, in the basement. One minute it was on my chest of drawers, then it is gone, to resurrect in the basement years later.


Aquene,
Moe/WautuckquesSochepo

Thanks for that Snow, I know how it feels to have things disappear and then re-appear in a completely different place too. It hasn't been happening so often around here lately, but it used to happen often. Funnily enough one of the things I lost was also a pair of embroidery scissors. LOL. I wonder if somewhere in the spirit world there might be a store for embroidery scissors. They were my best 'stork' ones too :o(
Did you ever find out who was responsible for the whispering?? Previous occupants who had passed on, perhaps?
This is my story about hearing a voice:-

I was woken one night by someone talking to me. She had the most beautiful, soft, angelic voice you could ever imagine. As I lay there listening to her talking it dawned on me that I couldn't understand a word of the language she was talking in. She spoke for a long time and I waited for a pause and then, by thought transferance, I told her I was very sorry but I couldn't understand her and could she say whatever she had told me in English. She didn't reply, and I lay awake for a long time wishing that she'd come back. I told my husband about it and as my friend was due to visit in 4 days time we agreed not to mention what had happened to her. (After the slipper incident we didn't want to totally spook her).
The day of my friend's visit arrived and we didn't tell her what had happened. The first night passed without anything strange happening. I should have realised it was too good to be true, LOL
On the Sunday morning hubby and I were sitting at the breakfast table, children were still fast asleep when my friend came downstairs. She seemed a bit quiet and puzzled over something, scratching her head and with a worried frown. I asked her, 'Is something wrong?' and she told me I'd think she was 'nuts' if she told me. I asked her to tell me anyway and let me be the judge of that. Hubby and I sat listening as she told us she'd had a visitation during the night. She didn't see anything but a lady with a beautiful soft, angelic voice was talking to her for a long time. I asked her, 'What did she say?' and her reply confirmed to us that it had been the same 'visitor' that I'd had. She said she was speaking in a language she couldn't understand...probably Latin.
She saw the shock on our faces and you can imagine her relief as we told her I'd had precisely the same thing happen to me just a few days before.

Terri

That is strange. I wonder who she was?

I have no idea kwanjin, but have a feeling that she is one of my personal angels. After hearing her voice it took away all my fear of the strange things that happen around me from time to time.
This is the story that most shook me and proved to me that there is, indeed, something *else* (for want of a better word- my brain isn't fully into gear today, LOL)

When I found the appartment for my husband, son and I to live in, after living in 'the house of horrors' I became friendly with one of my neighbours and in due course our conversation turned to the paranormal and things that we'd experienced personally. This lady knew of a medium who held meetings in her home and she asked me if I would like to go to one of the meetings with her.
Despite everything that had happened to me throughout my life I was extremely sceptical and (until then) had always thought of mediums as *fortune tellers, who just tell you what they think you want to hear*. I managed to put off going for a few weeks until something happened in my friends life and she almost begged me to go with her to one of the meetings. I was absolutely determined not to be 'taken in' by anything that happened that evening.
When we arrived I was quite surprised to be greeted by the sweetest elderly lady. There were lots of other people in the room and she greeted everyone as they came through into a room that had been turned into a kind of chapel with lots of chairs. We were asked to say a prayer and then we sat listening as the elderly lady picked out people at random and gave them a message. It was a long time before she even acknowledged me and I was secretly smirking to myself and telling myself that I was more than a match for her because she hadn't picked up on anything to do with me. Suddenly she pointed to me and said that I had a beautiful young girl, aged about 12 or 13, with long hair and high cheekbones standing at my shoulder. She asked if I knew who it could be and I told her , 'No, I have absolutely no idea!' With that she moved on to someone else and I thought that she'd had an easy 'opt out'. After a few minutes she looked straight at me again and told me, 'She's still there, and she said that you DO know who she is.' Again I said that I couldn't think of anyone who met that description. She came back to me a few times to tell me the young girl was still there and then she said something that (to this day) shook me to the core. She said that the young girl had told her, 'She DOES know who I am, perhaps she'll know better when I go and fetch my little brother!!' She even told me that the girl had died in a road traffic accident and the little boy had died from an illness.
If you read my previous posts you will know that these children were my half brother and sister from my father's previous marriage who had died before I was even born.
The thing that proved it was true for me was the fact that not only had she been right about the childrens ages but she had been accurate about how they had died too.

This is how I know that my half sister is also one of my guardian angels.

Terri

WOW!!

Terri, Have been reading, your story has truley captivated my pure attention.

LOL, I am actually speechless, waiting to hear more.

Hi Celia.

Hi, Judy! LOL

So, Terri, there's no way this woman could have been told about your brother and sister because she didn't know you were coming. Wow.

I think everyone has someone watching them. They don't always step in to help but they're there.

I want to hear more, too.

Thank you seedtosser!

Absolutely no way this person could have known anything about me kwanjin. Firstly she was a complete stranger and secondly it isn't common knowledge among my friends, it's just something that only those who are very close to me know about.

This same lady also told my friend to avoid men with a particular name. She had been married twice before and both her husbands had had this name, so as we travelled home from the meeting my friend said to me that there was NO WAY she would get involved with another man with that name. Guess what?? She went on to marry another man with that name, but sadly he died shortly after. After moving away from this area she then went on to marry another man with the same name (truly!! I kid you not!!) and ended up divorcing him too....so you could say the medium knew a thing or two that we didn't.
LOL

Terri

Terri, that's what I was saying. Or trying, too, anyway. ☺ Some people, as you said, know more than we do. While I was reading the story of your friend, I kept hearing, "I'm Henry the 8th" in my head. Sorry. My mind works funny. You could say it's a defect. ☺

Hahahahaha, No the name she was told to avoid wasn't Henry, LOL

Okay, that makes me feel better. LOL

More?

[quote...Funnily enough one of the things I lost was also a pair of embroidery scissors. LOL. I wonder if somewhere in the spirit world there might be a store for embroidery scissors. They were my best 'stork' ones too :o(
Did you ever find out who was responsible for the whispering?? Previous occupants who had passed on, perhaps?[/quote]

Oh my... Those are what dissapeared here, too! My good Stork scissors. I never did find out who was whispering. Far as I know no one had actually died in the house. My parents bought the house from the original owners and they had built it themselves. I'm wondering if, maybe it had something to do with the land itself.

What is your friend thinking? Stop marrying men with that name...lol. It's a shame, that you couldn't understand what the voice was saying.


Aquene,
Moe/WautuckquesSochepo

OMG, Snow!! That is so funny :o) Perhaps there's a little band of stitchers sitting on white, fluffy clouds using our 'stork' scissors, as we speak.

A very strange thing happened one morning as i was washing the kitchen floor here in this house. When my family lived at home I used to keep large jars of preserves and other things up on top of my kitchen cabinets. They were large, glass jars that had originally been used as sweet/candy jars in small village shops. They don't make them any more now as most sweets come either pre-packed or in big plastic containers. Those old jars were really great for storing anything from pickles to pulses.
As I was on my hands and knees washing the floor I heard a strange whirring sound, it got louder and louder and I glanced up to see one of the large jars dancing (as if it were on top of a washing machine that was going through it's spin cycle). None of the jars beside it were vibrating and for a second I was 'like a rabbit trapped in headlights', then I felt myself shoved to the other end of the kitchen just as the jar toppled off the cabinet and fell onto the floor.
Now, you would expect a jar that size, that was full of pearl barley, to shatter into small fragments after hitting the floor. This jar spilled out it's contents the length and breadth of the kitchen (including under the washing machine and cooker) and just lay there, intact but minus it's screw top. I was still jammed up against the back door, where I'd been 'put' when hubby comes through to see what all the noise was about. He said he'd heard the vibrating noise, then he heard me yell out (which I don't remember doing) and he heard the thud as the jar fell and spilt out it's contents. I was kind of shaken up because that jar would have hit me if I hadn't been pushed out of the way. It all happened so quickly, probably over 10-20 seconds, but it felt like much longer.
This happened over 12 years ago but we still talk about 'when the jar fell and didn't break'.

Terri

My grandmother went to a fortune teller at a carnival when she was young. She was told she would die at a young age. My grandmother never forgot that! BTW she lived to be 78!

I would have been ticked I was cleaning the floor and something made it more of a mess! LOL

Precisely why I have never believed in *fortune tellers* Buckimom! It took my friend a long time to persuade me to go to see this lady with her. I have never been to see a medium since then either.

You're right about the floor too, but it could have been much worse - I had jars of preserves and mincemeat as well as the pearl barley and lentils. At least the PB was (fairly) easy to sweep up. LOL

Interesting that. I'm now wondering who pushed you? Did it leave a mark?

I went to an "FT" once. Once.

No kwanjin, not that I went looking for any marks. Perhaps 'shove' wasn't the right word, but it was a definite push to get me from that area as I just knelt there *gawping* at the shuddering jar. Whatever/whoever it was that moved me obviously knew it was about to fall on my head.

Never been moved, just touched. Lightly. I don't know how I would react to that.

Terri, kind of sounds as if there were two..er..whatevers...there playing.....with you as the pawn.

I've just been lurking here but wanted to drop in and tell you how interesting this all has been to me. Perhaps one day I'll contribute a story or two.

I have been busy with the flowers lately, but have been checking in on DG and this thread. Well, here is my latest episode. Nothing exciting, but this morning I was awakened by a women's voice saying my sister's name. I only heard it the one time but this has happened at least 2 other times that I can remember. When I have told my sister about it we always say mom is in the wrong house. One time it was a men's voice. So we said dad was in the wrong house. LOL

LOL, Buckimom, it can be a bit unnerving when you hear those voices suddenly call a name. It does sound like your Mom and Dad might be mixing you and your sister up (that wasn't unusual in our house. I'd often call my daughter by my son's name and vice-versa, hahaha Now they've left home I just call the dog and cat by one another's names. No wonder they're mixed up!)

Bivbiv, yes, I agree it did feel as if there were two 'whatevers', even now I can still remember how shocked I was by it. Oh, and please do tell your story. I'm feeling a little greedy here 'hogging the thread'. It's time someone else had a go. LOL

Ok, another story that involves my girlfriend and I :-
When I first moved into the apartment with my husband and son I didn't have a vacuum cleaner. My old one had broken and I had not gotten around to replacing it. My new friend (the one I went to see the medium with) called one day to see me sweeping the carpet in my lounge with a small handbrush and pan and she said that she had a very old vacuum cleaner that she had been given. As she had a new one she gave this ancient (but I thought it wonderful) machine to me.
I soon began to have problems with it as I'd be vacuuming and suddenly have to turn it off because something would be caught up in the belt. Every time this happened the culprit would be a hairpin. If I'd worn my hair long or even had a friend who wore her hair pinned up I would have thought nothing of this, but my hair was very short. Before long I began puzzling over where they were coming from. As I found them I always placed them in a small vase that I had on my windowsill. The odd thing about these hairpins was that they were coated with a white powdery substance (like the tarnish that develops on brass, but white.) I hadn't mentioned anything about them to anyone because it wasn't exactly the most rivetting thing to discuss in a conversation, I think you'll agree?
Months passed and soon one of my neighbours was going out to a special event and we were discussing how she would wear her hair. She said that she had considered wearing it pinned up but that she had no hairpins. I told her that I might have sufficient and checked my little vase. I can remember my surprise when I tipped out lots of hairpins...not just 4 or 5 but a good handful.
Where had they all come from?
I gave them to my neighbour and in time I had to buy a new vacuum cleaner because the old one was struggling to cope. By now the girlfriend who had heard the voice (in my other story) had married and moved many miles away so we had to suffice with weekly telephone calls. During one call she mentioned to me that her vacuum cleaner kept getting jammed up... with.....hairpins!!
I listened as she told me that she was finding hairpins 'all the time' but can you imagine my surprise when she added, 'The strangest thing about them is that they're all covered in a white powdery substance'. Imagine HER surprise when I told her I'd had the same thing happen to me.

Terri

A few years ago, on a sunday morning, I was home alone. My son went on a fishing trip with my dear hubby. I was putting away clothes on one side of the house when I distinctly heard a child's voice say "mama?" I swear to this day it sounded like my son's voice. I quickly checked the rooms and looked out the window. No kids on the street that time. It happened twice that day and never again. I just shrugged my shoulders and keep on with the day.

r30

Kawonkamish,

These happenings, related below, are from April.

April 2, 2008: It had been fairly quiet here for awhile. There was only been occasional footsteps and a whisper or two, until yesterday. I had just gotten home from work, around 12:05pm and I had decided to use the backdoor to enter the house, instead of the front door. As I was walking on the path by the porch windows, I happened to glance into the house and saw, what I took to be my mother. She was standing in the living room, in front of the television. I was a bit surprised, as she had told me, she was going over her friends house to play cards. Well I walked around the house to the backyard and unlocked the door. I stepped in and immediately looked for her, as she was not in front of the television, when I walked in. She was not home. There was no one in the house, except me. I checked every room and the basement door was locked. I checked the front door, it was locked.

Last night I heard some more sounds. First were the sounds of creaking floorboards near the television and then the sounds moved to the area of the fireplace, then to the bathroom on towards my bedroom door, then they started near the television again. I dismissed it at first, but then I heard footsteps go from my mother's room to the kitchen. I thought this odd, so I got up and looked, there was no one there. Now partially freaked I went back to bed, only to hear more footsteps a short while later.


April 10, 2008: Well not much has happened since the April 2. It's been kind of quiet, only an occasional rap or footstep. I have not seen the shadow person as of late. It may have been a one time sighting.

Well, I spoke too soon. Just now as I got up from the computer, to go and close the porch shades, I heard a strange guttural sound. Not quite a groan and not a growl either. If anyone has seen The Grudge, they would recognise sound the ghost makes. Well that is pretty much the sound I heard, it was... how shall we say an bit disconcerting. I thought "Okay, that is a new one." I have know turned on the lights in the living room. I was sitting quite content in the dark until now. It seems the ghosts, spooks, whatever you want to call them, have a warped sense of humor. They waited until I had a false sense of security, with the darkness, to then spring that sound on me... grrr. My Mother is away on a brief vacation, so I know it was not her making that noise.


April 16, 2008: Things this week seem to be low-key, only minor things happening, i.e. footsteps and occasional voices.

I have been hearing an loud tap sound coming from the wall, between the window and the backdoor. It seems to happen twice a day, between 7-7:30 PM and 10:30-11 PM, every night.

Approximately an hour ago, I heard a sigh, coming from the corner near my desk, in the sewing/computer room. It was coming from the area around my sister's porcelain dolls.



Aquene,
Moe/WautuckquesSochepo

Oh my... Just as I was entering the above post... I heard someone tapping on my mothers sewing table. It sounded like when you tap your fingers, when you're impatient. So not cool.

Aquene,
Moe/WautuckquesSochepo

Catching up...Amazing stories, everyone.

My nephew tells this story.

He and a friend were travelling at night in Oregon. They were a bit sleepy and were talking to stay awake. They were on a road witht trees all around them. As they came around a turn, they saw a white figure in the road ahead of them. It appeared to be a man. My nephew was driving and slammed on the brakes, so as not to hit the man. They passed by him, not hitting him and came to a stop. They both got out of the car to see if he was alright and the man was gone. They both described the same white figure and compared notes. They saw the same thing and could not explain where he went.

Kawonkamish,

This happened to me on June 2, 2008:

A few nights ago, my Mother had an encounter with one of the voices. She was in bed, just about to drift off into sleep, when she heard a voice cry out 'MOM!!!'. She said, she bolted immediately upright and ran to the porch to check on me. I was sound asleep. She was so worried, that she did not sleep well for the rest of the night. She kept thinking that one of her children was in trouble and needed her. Everything is fine with all of us kids. Just this Sunday, she came up from the basement, as I was passing by the door, and asked me what I wanted. I told her, that I hadn't called her.

Lately, I keep seeing things out of the corner of my eye, flitting about. I wear glasses and when the light hits them just right, they act like rear view mirrors. I've been seeing "shadows" moving quickly around behind me, as I am sitting in the parlor chair, working on some bead work and cross-stitch.

I've been hearing more sounds and footsteps in the parlor. They seem to start, from the television, with a loud snap and proceed with footsteps and floorboards creaking, as if under someones weight. They move past the fireplace to the bathroom/sewing room area and back towards the television and into the kitchen. Then I would hear another loud snap and then silence.

Occasionally I'll hear, in the early hours of the morning, a sound like what the television makes, when it turns on in the morning.


Aquene,
Moe/WautuckquesSochepo

That's very odd as I had the same thing happen to me today. I was sitting at my desk here at home, when I saw an image move behind me in my glasses. I glanced back to see if it was the curtains and it wasn't. They were perfectly still.

About 6 months ago, I began seeing a white cat flit through my side vision. I would turn my head quickly and nothing was there. I think my DH thought I was going round the bend. The cat has stopped showing itself.

Snow, that's strange about your Mom hearing the voice. It really shakes you up when anything like that happens. It's difficult to explain to others just how un-nerving it can be. I can fully understand how concerned she must have been for her children, any mother would be the same.
On a lighter note, I had to smile when I read that, often things happen when you're doing your beadwork or cross stitch. I could have written that myself (I also do beadwork and cross stitch) LOL

Kwanjin, did you ever own a white cat in the past? I once saw one of our previous cats. She came walking around the side of the settee as if she still lived here. She was rubbing herself along the side of the settee, looking straight at me, and then she just faded away in front of my eyes (a bit like the Cheshire cat in Alice in Wonderland). Two or 3 times I've heard my dogs footsteps come running along the side of my bed and sensed that she was there. I feel her lean against the bed and put my hand out to stroke her head and she isn't there. She was quite a hefty dog (Staffordshire Bull Terrier) so she always made her presence felt!!
She and I were very close and she loved to be with me wherever I was. She has been gone 5 years and I still miss her terribly.
The strange thing is, whenever something like this happens it's as if my brain stops working and for a few seconds I'm back in the past and it isn't a stange occurrence that they are here. It takes a few seconds before I fully come to my senses and then it's like........'Wow!! Did I really see/hear/feel that??' It's the strangest feeling.
Someone I once knew, many years ago, told me about a strange encounter he'd once had. He used to travel around a lot and stayed in some really remote places. This particular time he was travelling through somewhere (I think he said Hungary or Bavaria...somewhere like that) and it had started to get dark and he had nowhere to stay. He called at an inn that was just outside a tiny village and although he didn't speak the language he was invited to join in a card game with some of the men. Somehow he told the landlord that he needed a place to sleep and was offered a room for the night. After the card game (which went on until very late) he was shown the room where he was to sleep. I remember him saying everywhere was lit with oil lamps so it was very dim. He was given a candle to light his room and settled down for the night. It was Winter and cold outside so he was grateful for somewhere to stay. During the night something woke him and he got the impression that someone might be in the room rifling through his rucksack. He called out and got no reply so he quickly struck a match and lit the candle. Nobody was there but he said he 'felt' as if someone was in that room with him. Being very tired he said he just wanted to get back to sleep so with thought transference (he was the one who first told me about thought transference) he told whatever/whoever it was to let him know/give him a sign somehow that he wasn't just imagining they were there. He said the flame of the candle went from being really tall and bright to dimmer, and dimmer until it almost went out. He said he quickly said, 'Yeah, ok, I know you're there, but now just let me sleep.' The flame returned to normal and he just went back to sleep. I asked him if he'd been scared and he said that, 'No, they meant me no harm, so why be scared?'. I've practiced thought transference quite a few times myself.

Terri

Terri, I've never owned a white cat. I don't know if the previous owner did or not. I will call and ask her. Thanks for the tip. I didn't think of that.

That's very interesting about your friend. I might try thought transference next time I'm touched. Of course, maybe it's already worked for me. I may have mentioned about my nephew who died and rang the bell for me. If not, I'll tell you.

This happened on thursday night...Dh is heading to bed around 10 pm. I usually go around 11:30 or so.

Anyways, he is going up the stairs and hollers down asking me if the light was on in the GD's room for any particular reason. Now they were here a week ago, had gone home on the 3rd. I vacumed in there on monday the 7th. Cable guys were there up there on tuesday but during the day. SO no body had been in that room for 2 days and we would have noticed it before then if it had been left on. Who turned that light on????

Had another thing with the vacum too. I always, always, always turn anything off before I unplug it. I am afraid of getting shocked!

I get the vacum out and decided to start upstairs, so carried it up buy the carry grip it has. unwrap the cord and plugged it in and the darn thing came on and I about went through the roof!! lol

Oh, Nanny, how frightening that must have been. Any clues who it was? Any at all?

Really have no clue what so ever!! Wasn't really frightening either...just very bizarre!

Bizzare is okay. That's what makes life fun, right?

So, my printer will now come on by itself. Wierd. Thank goodness it doesn't print anything!!! LOL I don't know if I want to see what it is.

Oooo, if it does...LET US KNOW...right away!!!

LOL Okay.