More ghost stories?

[Anonymous]

In the past dcumers have shared their stories of the otherwordly.

Any new users out there with ghost stories they experienced to share?

[Anonymous]

I was visiting a friend on the W. Coast in July. She has a home-school with about 5 kids. One day, a 3 year old boy started asking questions about his mom, death. Keep in mind, he had not seen her in over 2 years because she was abusive, dad got full custody, she moved far away. Anyway, that night she called-which was unusual. The next day, she was found dead. She was a drug addict, so overdose/suicide(?) The next night, the kid pointed to the fireplace, and said to the dad, "Look, there is mommy!!!" At that point, he did not know his mother had passed away.

Also, when my beloved grandmom died when I was 16 years old, we were in the limo, and accidentally passed the graveyard entrance, and the automatic locks began clicking uncontrollably until we found the correct entrance!

[Anonymous]

I love these threads. Keep them coming!

[Anonymous]

I live by the house of the psychiatrist who killed her son and then killed herself. No one has been in the house since it happened and the lights have been turning off and on by themselves. Freaks me out!

[Anonymous]

Maybe they have a light timer.

[Anonymous]

There's no pattern or conistency in the lights turning off and on.

[Anonymous]

DH woke up with a start in the middle of the night because there was a man sitting on the edge of the bed. The man asked him if he knew where Nancy was. The next day we learned Ronald Reagain died.

[Anonymous]

My 3 year old pointed at a picture of my mom, who passed away 6 years ago. (I have never really pointed her out in the picture to him.) He said "That's Grandma K---. She talks to me." For a few weeks preceding this statement, he was waking up in the middle of the night, talking to himself and giggling for about an hour at a time. I like to think that my mom was visiting him from Heaven. The thought of him hanging out with Grandma gives me comfort.

[Anonymous]

My father died when I was 8 years old. It left my mother functional but depressed. When I was 16 my mother had been more depressed for about a year (my older sister and brother were in college, she had just lost a job, etc.) and while I was on the school bus home from a soccer game I was thinking how much happier she would be if she had died - she would be with my father in heaven (I was very catholic at this point in my life). When I arrived back at school there was my aunt there because my mother had died in a car accident while I was at the soccer game. This was well before the age of cell phone and I had no idea. Through out the whole process I took great comfort in the thought I had on the bus... I am convinced somehow she or my father told me that thought because it was not something that had entered my mind previously.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:There's no pattern or conistency in the lights turning off and on.

Well, there are light timers that are designed to do that...so they don't look like they are on a set schedule. Looks more realistic.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:My father died when I was 8 years old. It left my mother functional but depressed. When I was 16 my mother had been more depressed for about a year (my older sister and brother were in college, she had just lost a job, etc.) and while I was on the school bus home from a soccer game I was thinking how much happier she would be if she had died - she would be with my father in heaven (I was very catholic at this point in my life). When I arrived back at school there was my aunt there because my mother had died in a car accident while I was at the soccer game. This was well before the age of cell phone and I had no idea. Through out the whole process I took great comfort in the thought I had on the bus... I am convinced somehow she or my father told me that thought because it was not something that had entered my mind previously.

My sister was murdered by her estranged husband when I was 8. (I'm the youngest in a family of 7. She was 22.) This even of course shattered my parents (who had been divorced for 3-4 yrs at that point.) Several years later, maybe in my 20's, my mom told me that for about a month or maybe a couple of weeks before my sister died she had this feeling of inexplicable strength...like she could accomplish or endure anything. In retrospect she felt like it was to prepare her for my sister's death. I totally think it's possible for people to have thoughts or feelings that could prepare them for the death of a loved one.

[Anonymous]

My Grandmother always said jokingly that she'd haunt the next person who lived in her house. After her death, the new owners reported that the alarm system went off in the middle of the night and they could not turn it off. Mind you, the alarm system has been disabled for years!!

Since my grandparents death, I've had a picture of them in my bedroom. When I walked by it, I'd talk to them or blow them a kiss. About a week before my mom had a major medical event that almost took her life, the smoke alarm went off early on a Saturday morning. We checked the house and there was no smoke, no fire. I asked DH to change the batteries and he said "there are none, it's hardwired into the house". I had a feeling that it was my grandmother, given her haunting past. So I talked to her and told her that if it was her that did the alarm, to do it again the next morning. The next morning came and went with no alarm. That night, in the middle of the night I got up for my midnight pee and while I was sitting there I finally remembered that she didin't set off the alarm that morning as I had asked her to do. So I said out loud "oh, Granny"....and at that very moment, there was a knocking on the wall behind me on the pot. Three loud knocks!!!! It freaked me out. I checked the kids rooms and they were sound asleep and my DH was sleeping soundly. It took me about 5 years to talk to my granny again!!

Later, I had a psychic consult and asked about the incident. The funny part is that the psychic told me it was my Grand FATHER who did the knocking!!...that was a surprise to me.

The day after I got home from my mother's funeral, she knocked on the wall behind me as I was watching TV. I had to rewind the TIVO to do a double take and make sure it wasn't on the TV. Sure enough, it wasn't.

The first Christmas after my mom's death, my dad came to visit with his new "friend". During our Christmas dinner, the lights at the table flickered. No other lights flickered, just the lights directly over us at the table. I paid my respects and acknowledged my mothers presence out loud, much to my Dad's dismay and in front of his new girlfriend.

We don't have many events anymore....I think they just wanted me to know that they were around and looking after us. I don't see any of this as anything other than that.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:There's no pattern or conistency in the lights turning off and on.

Well, there are light timers that are designed to do that...so they don't look like they are on a set schedule. Looks more realistic.

Did they do this before their deaths though?

[Anonymous]

BOO!

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:There's no pattern or conistency in the lights turning off and on.

Well, there are light timers that are designed to do that...so they don't look like they are on a set schedule. Looks more realistic.

Did they do this before their deaths though?

No and the lights turning off and on are ceiling lights, not lamps plugged into an outlet. All of their stuff was moved out this weekend. Hopefully it will stop which might mean they have moved on and found peace since the house is no longer their home.