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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.

Not if their spirits are still earth bound. I know a world famous psychic and people come from all over the world to see him and he says that a violent death or suicides are often lost souls. If it keeps on happening, you should video and call the local equivalent of Ghost Busters.

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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.

. This is really amazing. What a comfort to know they were still looking out for you.

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My Mom always wondered about an afterlife. Shortly after my Grandmother passed away, the phone at my Mom's house rang at about 3 a.m. She answered it and it was just static. Next night same thing, but this time my sister came rushing into the room asking who it was. My Mom said it's just static and then had a feeling it was my Grandmother. It stopped after that night.

My Mom and my Stepfather built a house together and were very excited about it being their home together. Shortly before they were supposed to move in, my Mom was diagnosed with cancer. She got to enjoy 2 years in that home that she loved so much. After she passed away, at about 3 am, my stepfather said the doorbell rang (the doorbell is connected to the phone so it's certain phone ring). No security lights came on and no one was outside. This happened for 3 nights. He finally called the company who installed it (it's all tied into the alarm) and they had no record of the doorbell being rung.

Also, my Mom passed away shortly before my sons first birthday. For about a year after, I would sometimes catch him staring at a corner of the room intensely. Sometimes, he would even be laughing as if someone was making funny faces at him.

My Mom LOVED handbags. She had quite a collection. My sister and I each kept a few and gave the rest away to close friends and family. I was trying to find a purse one day and I had one of my Mom's bags mixed in with mine. I pulled one out and my son said "That's G-ma's!". I was kinda shocked. I know for a fact he had no idea about my Mom's purse collection, he was only 2, and out of all the bags, that was the one he singled out.

I never felt anything after my Mom passed, but I have heard that kids are still very open to that kind of stuff. I like to think that the purse incident was my Mom's way of trying to communicate to me. After that time, my son hasn't talked about her or related anything to her.

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Things that go "bump" in the night.

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14:19, did the doorbell ring the same night that she passed away?

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Before my mother passed away, she had an extended hospital stay after a surgery left her unable to speak. I bought her a white board to write on, which she tried once and decided it wouldn't work. She never wrote on it again and I saw it several times as I would leaf through her bags (after she passed away). Don't remember seeing any writing on it.
Months later, after probably the 10th time looking through the bags, I pulled out whiteboard; it wasn't blank or smeared; it had perfectly clear writing - her handwriting - that said (in caps), 'EVERYTHING'S BETTER.'

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I think I saw my mother's Doppleganger the night she passed away.
I was driving back home from her house (after she had passed away) and it was dark; I drove through Arlington on a street that I have driven one million times. To the side, I glanced at a woman walking (after dark, mind you) with a perfectly similar posture and look as my mother; same hair and apparel as my mother had worn the previous day when my mother was living. My mother has kind of a humpback from a tumor; so did this pedestrian. There was nothing average about this woman's appearance.
I looked down for an instant, and looked up again to confirm that I was seeing what I thought I was; sure enough, at second glance, she was the spitting image.
She didn't look sad or scared, nor happy or lively; nor do I know what to make of this sighting; I just know that she bore an exact resemblance to my mother just hours after my mother passed away.

Still haunts me to this day.

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Anonymous wrote:I think I saw my mother's Doppleganger the night she passed away.
I was driving back home from her house (after she had passed away) and it was dark; I drove through Arlington on a street that I have driven one million times. To the side, I glanced at a woman walking (after dark, mind you) with a perfectly similar posture and look as my mother; same hair and apparel as my mother had worn the previous day when my mother was living. My mother has kind of a humpback from a tumor; so did this pedestrian. There was nothing average about this woman's appearance.
I looked down for an instant, and looked up again to confirm that I was seeing what I thought I was; sure enough, at second glance, she was the spitting image.
She didn't look sad or scared, nor happy or lively; nor do I know what to make of this sighting; I just know that she bore an exact resemblance to my mother just hours after my mother passed away.

Still haunts me to this day.

I had nevery heard of this word before. Thanks for adding to my vocab.

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One of my best friends died of cancer several years ago. A few weeks after her death, my toddler son had to be sedated for some diagnostic tests at Johns Hopkins. I prayed to my friend as the nurses wheeled him into anesthesia. He told me a year ago that he remembered her coming to see him once when he was asleep, and how she took care of him. I am comforted by the thought that she was with him that day.

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One Sunday, I had a horrible nightmare (during a nap) that my teeth were falling out. I can't remember which culture it is, but they believe that this particular dream means someone close to you is near death. A few hours later, my mom called to tell me that my father passed away. He probably passed the same time I was having that dream.

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Anonymous wrote:14:19, did the doorbell ring the same night that she passed away?

No, it started the night after the funeral I believe.

[Anonymous]

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Anonymous wrote:I think I saw my mother's Doppleganger the night she passed away.
I was driving back home from her house (after she had passed away) and it was dark; I drove through Arlington on a street that I have driven one million times. To the side, I glanced at a woman walking (after dark, mind you) with a perfectly similar posture and look as my mother; same hair and apparel as my mother had worn the previous day when my mother was living. My mother has kind of a humpback from a tumor; so did this pedestrian. There was nothing average about this woman's appearance.
I looked down for an instant, and looked up again to confirm that I was seeing what I thought I was; sure enough, at second glance, she was the spitting image.
She didn't look sad or scared, nor happy or lively; nor do I know what to make of this sighting; I just know that she bore an exact resemblance to my mother just hours after my mother passed away.

Still haunts me to this day.

I had nevery heard of this word before. Thanks for adding to my vocab.

It's a clasic Buffy episode

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:I think I saw my mother's Doppleganger the night she passed away.
I was driving back home from her house (after she had passed away) and it was dark; I drove through Arlington on a street that I have driven one million times. To the side, I glanced at a woman walking (after dark, mind you) with a perfectly similar posture and look as my mother; same hair and apparel as my mother had worn the previous day when my mother was living. My mother has kind of a humpback from a tumor; so did this pedestrian. There was nothing average about this woman's appearance.
I looked down for an instant, and looked up again to confirm that I was seeing what I thought I was; sure enough, at second glance, she was the spitting image.
She didn't look sad or scared, nor happy or lively; nor do I know what to make of this sighting; I just know that she bore an exact resemblance to my mother just hours after my mother passed away.

Still haunts me to this day.

I had nevery heard of this word before. Thanks for adding to my vocab.

It's a clasic Buffy episode

I've never watched Buffy. EVER.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:I think I saw my mother's Doppleganger the night she passed away.
I was driving back home from her house (after she had passed away) and it was dark; I drove through Arlington on a street that I have driven one million times. To the side, I glanced at a woman walking (after dark, mind you) with a perfectly similar posture and look as my mother; same hair and apparel as my mother had worn the previous day when my mother was living. My mother has kind of a humpback from a tumor; so did this pedestrian. There was nothing average about this woman's appearance.
I looked down for an instant, and looked up again to confirm that I was seeing what I thought I was; sure enough, at second glance, she was the spitting image.
She didn't look sad or scared, nor happy or lively; nor do I know what to make of this sighting; I just know that she bore an exact resemblance to my mother just hours after my mother passed away.

Still haunts me to this day.

I had nevery heard of this word before. Thanks for adding to my vocab.

It's a clasic Buffy episode

"Bored now..."