
This page tells us all of the lore and legend
of spirits, spectres and shades.
The Wall was Alive!
About nine years ago, I intended to write
a book about hauntings in the East Bay
Area (across the bay from San Francisco).
I had run an ad in a local paper and
scheduled an interview with one of the
respondents at her place in Alameda after
dinner. She had told me that her downstairs
flat was added after the Victorian house
was raised up one floor. The family above
had moved away in the middle of the
night after seeing lights float down the hall
and a woman appear in the bathroom mirror.
- While we were talking--about music, actually--
I heard a loud breathing coming from the wall behind
the couch we were sitting on. I tried to ignore it, but couldn't.
I got up and tried to walk closer to the part of the wall from
where it emanated, but it moved; it maintained a distance of
about 1.5 feet. I thought I could outsmart it by "walking it"
to
the end of the wall (where a hallway was). When it reached the
end, it merely "panned" (as if one turned the balance control
of a stereo from left to right) to a position 1.5 feet away from
me on the other side. There were no pipes in the ceiling or wall,
nor people in the room on the other side. Also, there were no
vents, and the night was still (no breeze).
- Since I felt no threat and couldn't do a thing about this, I sat
down again and continued the interview. Curious thing, though.
My subject didn't hear anything, even though she professed
to be psychic.
- From: bcohen@slip.net (Brian Cohen)
I remember this encounter just as it happened yesterday. I was about
three years old and an uncle of mine, who was looking forward to seeing
me for the first time. Unfortunatly, He was suffering from a severe case
of lung cancer, which hospitilized him . He died while in the hospital the
same day that he was supposed to be released. He had planned to visit me
for the first time and was exited about the trip. That night, I recall that
a man , whom I described to my parents, was an exact description of my late
Uncle Milt. I remember that my Uncle Milt picked me up out of my crib ,
and cradeled me in his arms while he rubbed my hair. He never said anything,
he never hurt me, he just held me and looked at me. But the description
I gave of him was exact. He had a full, bushy beard colored whitish-gray.
I wish I could see him again or get a sign from him. Maybe it was a once
in a lifetime experience.
Thanks for reading, Sean M.
MOOSE1624@AOL.com
There's one particular old house near mine in Newtown, CT that dates
back to the 1700's, and has a history where I think the owner was harassed
to death by town residents for being a Tory (or something similar - I can't
remember exactly). But anyhow, it's reputed he haunts this house, (but
according to present and past owners, is friendly, just mischievous) and
the house is known locally for people walking their dogs by it on the sidewalk
and the dogs just start barking at it and getted aggravated for no apparent
reason. I always wanted to try this myself, but hadn't gotten around to
it.
Anyhow, my sister and I were driving along, heading towards the house,
with her small dog sitting in her lap, quiet as can be for the whole trip.
As we were approaching the house, I pointed it out to her as being haunted,
and the story about the dogs. As we passed the house, her quiet little
dog got up and started barking his head off out my window at the house,
and didn't settle down until we had completely passed it.
I don't know what set him off, but it was kind of weird/funny, and we
laughed it off, like "what's his problem". It was interesting
though.
JJLA@snet.net
I was new to the Kentucky area in 1988.. My daughter and I recently
moved from California and was in the process of unpacking out household
goods, when we heard the door bell ring. We answered the door, expecting
the neighbor children playing a pranck on the new neighbors. This happened
three times within 4 minutes. What was odd, we llived on a hill that we
could see everywhere in every direction. No one could ring the bell and
run out to hide without us seeing it.
As a few months passed, the door bell was disconnected by my father.
The bell would still ring. One day,the early part of September, a spirit
appeared to me, and said her name was Elizabeth. That she and her brother
died from the Pox and she was trying to find her mother. Her father left
to take cattle to the river and never returned and her brother became suddenly
ill. Her mother went to help a neighbor and never returned. Elizabeth
then became ill and died.
Elizabeth was a member of our family as we lived longer at the Crestwood
house. She would hide keys, play with my daughters music boxes, play
ball with the dog,and on one ocassion saved our lives.
Elizabeth one night kept turning on the stove timer. It was about 2:00
am. Id get up and shut it off and go back to sleep, and then it would go
off again. The third time I got up, I smelled smoke and the interwall
of my basement was on fire. There was an electricall wiring short,and
the house was burning. I got my daughter and dog and we were safe. If she
didnt continue to turn the alarm on, wed would of beentrapped and died..
JJACK85057@aol.com
Back in the Philippines, 10 years ago. I grew up in a place where there
is no electricity. We used candles or oil lamps at night. I live in a two
story house, and our dinning area was located downstairs. One night, as
we ( the whole family) was eating dinner downstairs, we heard a footsteps
walking upstairs. We all stop talking chewing or breathing just to hear
the steps comming from the second level..We all glanced at each other with
a frightened look.........My grandma then got up and walk towards it..upstairs
she goes walking and praying at the same time....as I recall , she was praying
the Psalms 23,verse....I was so scared, that I could feel the chills all
over my body. What made it worst was, the wind blew off the candle on the
table.
We somehow manage to turn it back on........then there was grandma, back
on her chair.....................nobody knew how she got there........no
one ask !
BADDUDE440@aol.com
Portrait of the dead
- A portrait painter was traveling by train
on September 13, 1861 when he met a
slender young lady. She asked him if he
could paint a portrait from memory. He
replied after some thought that he would
be able to. She then told him to take a
good look because he might have to
paint her likeness someday. Over two
years later the painter was visited by a
man who wished to have a portrait made
of his daughter who had passed away two
years ago. He described the girl and the
painter made several unsuccessful attempts
at a likeness. He then sketched the lady on
the train in sudden inspiration and the father
was extremely pleased, saying "That is she!"
The artist asked when his daughter had died,
and he replied, "September 13, two years ago."
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Noisy Poltergeists
- When I was in college, my roomate and I spent the night at
her boyfriend's house in her home town. That night, I was
lying in my bed and I heard the overhead light pull switch
turning on and off (although the light did not go on). I also
heard footsteps in the hallway.
- The next morning, I told my friends about what I'd heard,
and they told me that the boyfriend's cousin had died as a
child in a skating accident, and that his body had been waked
in the house. So of course, I assumed that it was this kid's
ghost. Also, though, they said that the boyfriend's grandfather
had died in this house, and that his study had been in the attic,
which was accessible through a door from inside my bedroom ,
a door that I hadn't noticed because a large dresser was shoved
up against it.
- Needless to say, I spent the next night on the sofa, wide awake.
from LHench@aol.com
Barefoot in the snow
In Fentriss County, Tennessee, the fresh
fall of snow leads residents to search for
the barefoot prints of a young boy. There
is the story of a boy just after the Civil war,
who became lost in the woods around
Jamestown. The boy was left with his senile
grandmother while his mother met a train
carrying his father. A snowstorm kicked
up and the boy wandered out without his
shoes. When he was discovered missing,
the entire neighborhood began an exhaustive
search. His barefoot tracks were seen leading
through the snow. The boy, however, was
never found. Over 125 years later, his tracks
are still seen in the fresh snow.
I was maybe four years old when I saw what I believe to be a ghost appear
in my parents new house. Being four years old, already brings discredit
to my story; but, your belief of my story is of little concern to me. For
the record, I am now 26 year old conservative mystic dreamer.
Having moved into our new house only a few short months ago, my mother
was busy with several chores during the course of a warm and sunny late
summer day. I was alone with my mother at this time. It was approximately
mid-day and my father was off at work. Between chores my mother came into
the kitchen to put the tea kettle on the stove. I sat at the kithchen table.
Though we lived in a rural neighborhood and their were not too many kids
my age in the area, as only kids can do, I managed to keep myself entertained
my observing the still fresh new surroundings.
Adjacent to the kitchen was our open porch. We would eventually make
this a screened porch, but that would come late. My parents were busy enough
with the essential tasks let alone me drawing on the walls. I had spent
most of the morning running around outside. So, by afternoon, I was quite
content just sitting at that kitchen table and staring outside through the
sliding glass porch door.
Now granted children have imaginitive minds, but at our porch door I
saw what I was certain to be a man of about 30 years of age with a mustache
standing at the porch door. So I got up to greet the kind looking stranger.
But as I pulled back the sliding porch door the figure disappeared.
A little bewildered I sat back down at kitchen table. No sooner than
I had sat down and this figure reappeared at the porch door. This time
I waited a bit, maybe ten seconds to assure myself that there was indeed
someone at the door. Convinced that there was I again got up to open the
door. Like the first time, as I drew back the sliding door, the figure
vanished.
And so I again sat back down at the kitchen table. This time I sat for
what memory tells me may have been a couple of minutes before the apparition
returned for a third time. When it did, the kettle began its high pitched
whistle. Hardly noticing the noisy kettle, I stared at my guest eye to
eye.
I decided I would again open the door to greet him. By the time I hadopened
the door, my mother entered the kitchen beckoned by the kettle whistle.
This time the apparition remained at the doorway.
"Brian, why do you have the door opened", my mother asked after
taking the kettle off of the burner.
"There's someone at the door", I answered.
"No there's not."
The figure remained at the doorway for a short while more before fading
for good.
Since then, I don't believe I have seen a ghost again. However, maybe
it isjust my fears; but occasionaly, I swear I can feel their presence.
dmarks@execpc.com (Brian Marks)
I would like to tell you about an entity that inhabits a 104 year old
building. She is only there to protect the place. She appears or exhibits
strange happenings to those she disaproves of.
My story can not be explained. I feel I am one of the few that understand
this unusal haunting.
The building is the Historic Sheridan Inn in Sheridan, Wyoming. She
is the designated guardian or maybe undesignated guardian of the building.
Her connection with the building lasted 60 years while she was living.
Miss Kate's ashes are buried in the building.
Unsual happenings occur now and again and I wish someone could explain
the feelings I have about her inhabitation.
It is as if unexplained hunches or feelings eminate from employees or
guests that prompt unexpected incidents.
Maybe this can be explained or maybe it is well left alone.
Email: stinger@cyberhighway.net
I come from a small town in Connecticut with a rich history.
My mother tells me of an incident in which she, her mother and her older
sister witnessed a spectral clipper ship. They were out one day, and turned
the corner to get on the bridge, just as they had done many times before.
In front of them, they saw the ship, in full sail, moving along. None of
them could believe it. Our town lies on Long Island Sound, close to the
whaling city, New London, and the trading port of New Haven. I have always
wondered if this was an apparition of a ship that had experienced a worse
fate. Do you know of any such incidents?
RETrombly@aol.com
I don't know if this will help you any, but I think it's pretty cool
to share. This didn't happen to me, but my father when he was my age (15).
He use to live in an old house that was a hospital for the Civil (sp) War
and one night the family was sitting around, watching t.v. and my dad saw
a shado where it wasn't soppuse to be. He asked my grandma what it was.
She didn't know so she asked my grandpa. They couldn't figure it out and
then my dad's little sister got up to touch it and it disappered. She said
it was freezing in that spot. Well, my dad's bedroom was the attic and all
he could think about was that shadow. Then all of a sudden a "blue"
cast of light lit up his room and there stood a solider in the middle of
his room. He got up and turned on his lite and it disappered. He stood right
where the man was and it was ice cold.
I've always believed in ghosts and when my dad told me this I believed
even more. I think it would be so cool if I could live in a haunted house.
I'm glad someone online has taken the time to make a web page on ghosts.
Thank you.
Iiloveelmo@aol.com
In sixth grade, I had a teacher named Mr. Carter. He told quite a few
ghost stories; all which he claimed were true. My class was a bit skeptical
of his stories, but you can judge for yourself.
He told a few tales about Richard, someone who had once been a student
of Mr. Carter's at another school, I think. Richard supposedly walked through
our school halls still, haunting Mr. Carter and others as well. The truth?
I think he did. But, more about that later. Now, I'll tell you about how
it was said that Richard died.
One day, years ago, a snowstorm hit and school was canceled. Of course,
everyone was really excited. One boy got the idea to tie a sled to the back
of his older brother's truck, and ride throughout the neighborhood. Richard
sat in the sled.
The truck rode by a sharp corner, and the sled behind didn't make it.
Richard was killed. He had been a popular and well-liked guy, so everyone
missed him and was really upset over his death.
But, shortly after, strange things began to occur. The clock in Mr.
Carter's classroom would stop at the time of Richard's death, and had to
constantly be replaced. Blinds would fall down off the windows, and doors
would creak open after they'd been shut. Other strange things kept happening,
and soon everyone knew about the tale of Richard, and accepted that he'd
been doing that stuff.
Several years later, I heard this tale when I had Mr. Carter as a social
studies teacher. I actually saw the door open by itself(no trick), as did
other students in most of the classes they had with Mr. Carter. He told
us some more spooky tales about the specter...
Classes before us, there was a girl who felt sad that Richard had no
one to spend the holidays with. So, she told Mr. Carter that she'd take
him home with her for the Christmas vaction. When school started again,
Mr. Carter noticed that the usually cheerful girl was acting very strangely.
When he asked her about it, she told him about the experience she'd endured....with
Richard's ghost.
She began by saying that a box that had a game of Checkers in it kept
falling off the shelf. She put it back, and it fell off again, and so on.
When she went in the bathroom, the lights kept going out. No one else in
her family had this problem. When she shut the door to her room, it opened,
only to reveal that there wasn't anybody there.
When she went to sleep, she awoke because she felt like there was someone
laying on the edge of her bed. She sat up, and saw a game of Checkers all
set up, ready to play.
Of course, she really freaked out. She quickly put it all away. Mr.
Carter simply told her that he probably just wanted to play. I guess she
just wasn't very enthusiastic about playing any game with the non-living!
Perhaps she'd just thought that there wasn't really a ghost, that it was
all just a story. I suppose now her opinion of that has changed quite a
bit.
Mr. Carter told us that other students in the past had taken Richard
with them on vacations and holidays, and there were other stories to be
told about that (ones which we hadn't gotten the chance to hear). Kids were
even competetive about who would take Richard home in that very year that
I was in that class.
There were other times that I thought Richard was near, besides in
Mr. Carter's class. One day, when I went in the stairwell after school got
out, I heard a loud boom from a door slamming by, and I assumed someone
was coming down the steps behind me. I waited, only to see that no one was
there. Another time, also in the stairwell, I thought I heard laughter coming
from within the room. I saw no one, and quickly exited. Maybe it was just
my imagination. Or, maybe there was more to Mr. Carter's stories than was
let on..... Who knows? All I know is that, perhaps, we're not alone, after
all......
FlashJLB@aol.com
The Jones Hotel
- I certainly believe in ghosts. Back in the early 80's my
husband and I were driving to Sutter Creek for a weekend
getaway. We became lost and ended up in Ione, CA. There
was a hotel there and we went inside to get directions for
Sutter Creek. An overwhelming pull made me want to
stay in this hotel and we ended up staying there. We became
fast friends with the owners, Bill and Milly Jones. We
had a great time there, talking about everything, including
the mention of ghosts. Well, we finally retired to our rooms
and went to bed. I never sleep on the inside of the bed next
to the wall but that night I did. I am sure it was hours later
I remember waking up from someone rubbing my stomach,
looking at two little old ladies, letting out a small scream,
smiling and falling back to sleep. Even now I can remember
their faces... however, according to the owners they were
spirits who frequently go into that room. They also told us
about George... and when the hotel mysteriously burned
down on Father's Day a couple of years after the Jones sold
the hotel, we actually took pictures of the fire and one
image clearly shows George "leaving" the hotel. This hotel
was on "That's Incredible" and has a long history of being
haunted. The original owners were named Tonzi and Milly
has written an interesting story pertaining to the hotel.
- from: KpgDrmsAlv@Aol.com
The Ghost on Marietta Place
- Mother's family moved to a house on Marietta Pl. in Atlanta
about 1929. They began hearing footsteps come down the
hall each evening around supper time. Grandma Terry didn't
think too much about it 'cause there were 6 kids living there
at the time & she thought it was one of them.When the front
gate & the front door began to be unlocked every morning,
of course she thought the kids were coming in late & forgetting
to lock up. (the kids ranged in age from about 12 to 23yrs).
One evening at supper, (everyone was there for a change) there
was a sound of running in the hall & out the back door, which
slammed. When they got up to see what was going on, the front
door was wide open & so was the back door. It was the screen
door that had slammed. Mother said Grandma swore the front
door had been locked & there was no way that any one could
have gotten in or the kids could have sneaked & unlocked it.
They later discovered that before they moved in, the previous
owner had been killed in the house & thrown in the well out
back. The footsteps never ceased coming down the hall & the
front door was always unlocked by morning & standing wide
open. Grandma & Grandpa moved shortly after that & when
I'd ask them about that time, they'd just look at each other ,
then tell me that wasn't a story for little girl's ears.
from: anonymous
I lived in Portland Oregon until April of 1996, when I moved to the UK.
The apartment I lived in for 5 years before that was very "interesting".
It is in an older section of Portland and had been buit on a brick yard,
which had been built on something else. The history of this area is very
old.
The entire time I was there, I was never able to get a good nights sleep
in the bedroom. I wasn't sure why, and didn't think about it much. Most
times I ended up sleeping on the couch, and even moved to the other very
small room for a year.
During the first two years at this place I had a cat. On more than one
occasion she would be on the end of my bed while I was reading at night,
and she would be doing her "person grooming". She would stop,
one leg in the air, and watch "something", very slowly going up
the wall to the ceiling and across to the door. She would wait, still looking,
then go on about her business. The cat I had for two years before I left
did the same thing in the same places. It really bothered me that these
cats were seeing something I couldn't see.
Outside the bedroom door was a place where four doorways came together.
I called it a hall but it was just big enough to stand in. From my room
a few times, (while I had a friend over) we heard a sound like a child saying
"wooooooo!", about half way up the height of the door. We, including
the cat, looked at each other as if to say, "did you hear that?".
This was during the night and all windows were closed. It was too close
to be something elsewhere in the apartment. Many other friends and both
cats heard the sound, the same sound, day and night, over those five years.
One of my friends was so upset that she left right away.
I learned to live with it and would actually mock the sound, whistling
was the only way I could get the same pitch because it sounded like a child's
voice. In total it happened about 25 times.
Some people I knew moved in next door, and our bedroom walls touched
each other. I never mentioned anything about not being able to sleep in
that room, but they brought it up to me. They said no matter how they moved
the bed, the couldn't get much sleep. They started getting very angry with
each other and argued all the time which was unlike them. The man said he
could see a tiny ball of light in the "hall" going toward my apartment.
I too saw this ball of light, sometimes coming out of the wall, and sometimes
going toward their apartment.
Many other strange things happened there, violent dreams, and waking
with no air in my lungs, not being able to wake up, but I really don't know
what to make of this stuff.
Anyway, thought you might be interested. Sorry it was so long.
If you want to know, the location is 2323 NE Pacific, Portland Oregon.
Nice page by the way.
Brenna Johnston
Tonight (3/10/97) at my high school in Orange County, my friend Danielle
and I were walking along the campus after school waiting for Danielle's
mother to come pick us up. As we passed along one of the most deserted parts
of the school, we both looked up and saw a white cloud of light, a little
bigger then a bigman's fist. The Ghost leaved a little trail of light. When
the light passed it scared us at the eeireness of the whole situation. We
were speechless for awile and asking ourselves if we had seen it, Danielle
asked me and I asked her. We had both seen it. The ghost of something.Another
encounter of my friend and I was when we were in our class (a class well
known for being haunted) and the class poltergeist started doing his mischief.
We had never heard of the ghost, but we will never forget that day. As we
were waiting for rehersal to start, the clock started shaking and making
loud clicking sounds. It scared us. My friend turned around and said "Shut
up!" It did. A couple minutes later, she tried to test her power. "Start!"
Once again, the poltergeist obeyed her command. It went for about a minute
and then stopped. Maybe they are one in the same or maybe my highschool
is just extremely haunted, but we are intrigued by our experience.
Brian
BadBodie@aol.com
Hi! I have a story to tell. When my parents & I lived in Memphis
TN, we all would become wide awake at around 3:00 am in the morning. After
a while, this became so normal we did not notice it. My mother & father
noticed things the most because they lived there, while I was at college.
One other thing that kept happening was that they would lock the doors,
and they would become unlocked. Of course, each of them thought the other
was doing it. Finally this was resolved, and tested. Everyone was convinced
that SOMETHING strange was going on. My father put out a sensor that is
used for detecting burglers. It went off every night he used it at 3:00
am. But there was never anyone there. This pretty much spooked them enough,
and they did not investigate further. They found out from a neighbor that
a person had died in the room that they had the most phenomena happen.
No one ever could sleep in that room. We all avoided it. It was used as
a storage room.
We hypothesize that whoever died there is living there in spirit form.
He/She may need help moving on, but we were not equiped at that time to
help. If anyone wants to look into it, I can supply the address, because
I'm sure He/She is still there.
Sincerely,
D. Patt
dpatt@mindspring.com
My family and I moved back to my hometown in Illinois to take care of
my mother who had been diagnosed with Alzhiemers Disease a few years ago.
She was very antagonistic towards our being back at all and we purchased
a home a short distance from hers so as to be close but not "underfoot"
as she put it.
The house we bought was built in the 1900's and was in need of a lot
of tender loving care to put it back into good condition. The woman we purchased
the home from had a seedy sort of reputation in our town for a lot of reasons.
One of which was that her Husband of some years had recently taken his own
life in the back upstairs bedroom of the house we bought.
We had a lot on our hands taking care of Mom and trying to refurbish
the house but things went along pretty well.
After a few months, at the beginning of Spring we began to hear
footsteps on the second floor and coming down the stairs in the front
of the house. Nobody was ever up there at the times we heard these steps
and we assumed that it was a ghost.
We had never seen this being until one morning just before dawn, I went
downstairs to make a pot of coffee and as I walked through the living room
I just about ran into a figure of a man about 5'8" tall and of medium
to stocky build. Scared the dickens out of me! Went on into the Kitchen,
made the coffee and when I came back into the Living room the figure was
gone.
Two nights later my Wife was coming into the Bedroom to go to sleep and
suddenly asked me to turn the light on. She had walked right into the same
sort of figure I had seen.
We have 5 dogs and sometimes they refuse to go up the stairs in the front
of the house.
I thought in the beginning that the house was settling or heating up
during the day and that was what was making the sounds. Not anymore
steve215@wamusa.com (Steve Green)
Hi,
We had a really lovely old lady living a couple of door's away, she was
so sweet and little, very much like one of our grandmother's.
The lady had'nt been able to walk for some time, I can't really remember
how long (I was 4 at this time).
My sister and I where in bed, our door was always left open and because
of that we could quite clearly see the top of the staires.
I started to hear footsteps coming up the staires, I knew something was
not quite right, I told my sister ( who is three years older than myself)
so she was paying attention aswell,
The footsteps reached the top and I saw the sweet little old lady standing
on the top just staring at us, what is strange is that my sister did not
see her so I called out for our mother who came running up the staires,
the lady just dissapeared.
In the meantime someone knocked on the front door, my father went to
answer it.
It was the little old lady's son, he had come to tell my father that
she had died a few minutes earlier.
Had she maybe come to say goodbye, I like to think so.
Alison
AStephe230@aol.com
there are many stories of the Albino lady of Lower Silver Lake road or
cemetery.
she was and excentrict lady who was made fun of all her life and died
( of course)
she was buried in a cemetry by Seaman HS (i forget what its called)
Anyway.. kids would go to this cemetery and park and they would see a
white ghost running all over the place.
neighbors that live around the cemetery claim to see her.
i have not
my story is about ouija boards
i was with 6 friends in a house for the first time using it
it was my girlfriend's brother's house
I was in charge of bringing the candles (6 of them of course) approx.
2 inches long into the seance the flames on the candles shot up approx.
1 foot on each!! so i said SEE YA!!
Zac was convusing on the floor so i stayed to see what was going on he
started speaking in a very high pitched voice like a child for about 2 min
telling us to leave that danger was here
well the next day i am at my house with my girlfriend in the back bedroom
and i am in the front room
sudeenly she shrieked
the door to my room
the door to my dad's room and
the door to the spare bedroom
slammed shut
my girlfriend was trapped in my room
( the windows were all closed)
i tried for about a min to get the door open (no locks )
finally i got it open and it felt like 40 degrees in there
i could see my breath
i grabbed her and we left for the rest of the day
i was very scared ( big 6' 230lb. football player scared)
come to find out in later weeks that a mother and dughter were killed
in that house and it was done by there father then he killed himself (not
exactly the Brady Bunch huh?)
needless to say her brother didn't live there long.
true story
Sorry i don't remember the adress but i can kind of remember how to get
there.
matt mize Topeka,Ks
MMize69@aol.com
Back in June of 1993, my uncle passed away. Although he lived in San
Francisco and I in Miami - we were always close. I didn't get to see him
that much before he died and that had troubled me ever since - I felt guilty.
Well, about a year ago or so, I had had a terrible night just thinking
about my uncle - the pain he must have gone through, the emptiness i was
left with. I cried for hours but finally felt myself drifting off to sleep...
However, in that moment between where wake turns to sleep, I felt something
at the foot of my bed. I couldn't see anything, but I KNEW something
or someONE was there - yet i wasn't scared. It touched my left foot and
proceeded to squeeze it three times - I almost thought it was nothing, just
my heart beating - but in my FOOT?... No, it wasn't.. it was someONE.. It
was HIM, Jon... He never spoke to me, or made any other indication
that it was him, after the contact with my foot - but i just remember feeling
so peaceful after that. It was like - I knew he was going to be OK after
that; I didn't remember everything when i first woke up, but it came to
me - a few minutes later and something in me - or maybe an unseen voice
in the air - told me that the presence I sensed WAS him, and he had
come to let ME know, that HE was alright.
And part 2 of my story: After that night, I didn't tell anyone
what had happened (I don't know all the reasons as to why). But I had also
discovered that a freckle had appeared on my 4th toe (left foot) - out of
nowhere - after that night... Well.. i felt that the time was finally right,
so i told me best friend about what i had felt and seen, showing her the
freckle. The day after that, the freckle was gone.
I don't know what all the symbols may mean -- but it was something very
momentous for me. I thought, also being a believer, you would like to hear
it. Thank you.
Allison McComb
HonECombs@aol.com
Sanders Avenue
- My children & I moved in to the house on Sanders Ave in 1966.
It was an old house with 2 large rooms on each side of a hallway
that lead from the front door into a room in the center room, which
I decided would be good as the living room. The only problem
was the washer/dryer connections were in one corner of this room.
No matter, it was a large room.
- I became friends with my next door neighbor, & one afternoon,
we were setting in the living room when the bleach bottle
(1gal plastic) slid over to the edge of the machine, dropped slowly
to the floor & rolled slowly out to the middle of the room. There
was no way it could have done that by its self. I wasn't washing or
drying clothes & the bottle was in the center of the flat top of the
washer. Sandra, my neighbor, sat frozen with her mouth hanging
open, while I just looked. I said the first thing that popped into my
head "all right, George. Pick it up!". Luckily, the bottle didn't
move,
for if it had, we both would have freaked out.
- Sandra would never set foot in that part of the house again. I put
my living room in one of the front rooms & made that room
into my bedroom. That lead to one other instance that I remember.
- I was setting on the couch in what had become the living room
around 9:30pm. I'd put my kids (ages 1 to 7yrs) to bed at 9:00pm
& they had gone to sleep. I glanced across the hall into the bedroom
my 2 youngest sons were sleeping in. At the foot of Michael's bed
(he was about 3yrs), there was a pale cloudy shape kneeling/sitting
at the foot of his bed. I got up slowly to see what it was, thinking
that it might be Michael, but when I got to the door, he was sleeping,
& the cloudy figure slowly disappeared.
- Nothing in the house ever made me afraid, I always felt welcome
there. There other things, small things over the years, but nothing
frightening. I always felt safe & in that house. There was a lot of
laughter & love in those walls. The neighborhood slowly got
rougher, & eventually we moved out to Lithia Springs. I miss being
there.
from: anonymous
DWWaldron@Aol.com
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