"The Barrens" Phone Calls from the Dead

In order to understand this story first you need a little background. This story is dedicated to the gentle soul and wonderful man whose post-mortem activities brought this story about. I'm going call him "Raymond". This friend of mine was born with a blood-disorder which required occasional transfusions to maintain his health. Due to callous and crass greed on the part of the blood industry (name withheld to protect the guilty) my dear friend contracted a blood-borne disease which sped his passing.

Anyhow, prior to his death Raymond knew he was dying and went to great lengths to ensure his wife and child were provided for. Raymond also made sure to visit his friends for one last time prior to his death. When his death came, for those of us left behind it was quick and somewhat unexpected. The "weird" activities began almost immediately after his passing. It started even before his funeral.

First his wife "Mae" was getting into her car thinking about Raymond when she looked down and a card was just under the gas pedal. It was a valentines card (even though none of this took place remotely near Valentine's Day) it was signed "Love Raymond". At first while comforting, this could be a shrugged off as a coincidence. If it had stopped there, that is.

The next odd occurrence happened to Raymond's father. Raymond's father always called him "Ray". About two years prior Raymond's father had purchased a small plastic license plate keychain at the mall with the name Raymond on it. Over time it had been lost. About a day prior to the funeral Raymond's father was in his car driving around taking care of details. The car (like many men's cars) was pristine, had recently been detailed, and had nothing left lying around. Raymond's father got out of the car and when he did, sitting there on the driver's seat that his posterior had been occupying was one-half of the license plate, the part that spelled, "Ray".

By this time we all knew that Raymond was still around trying to prove his survival beyond the veil. But he didn't stop there.

A month after the funeral Raymond's wife was surprised by a repairman coming to the house. When she asked why he was there his reply was, "your husband called us." Mae was confused thinking perhaps prior to his death Raymond might have called. Upon further discussion with the repairman it was ascertained in fact the call came after Raymond's death.

Even this might have been blown off as circumstance, coincidence, another family member calling, or a misunderstanding. Had Raymond stopped there that is. While the repairman was in the house Mae reported she could not only sense Raymond's presence but could smell him as well.

About six months after his death, while I was discussing Raymond with a friend of mine sitting in the living room of my friend's home, suddenly all the downstairs lights simultaneously turned off. My friend got a wee bit "nervous", I knew however it was just Raymond letting me know he was still around.

Over a year after Raymond's death I ran into his wife, Mae, at the mall. After the usual chit-chat, we got to the subject of Raymond and all of the odd occurrences. That is when she informed me that Raymond was still attempting to contact her. This is the story that she told:

Around Christmas time she had really missed Raymond. Being a young widow she had to return to work after his passing to help support herself and her daughter "Judy". One day after work Mae returned home to find Judy very upset.

Judy reported that she had been trying to call her mother all day but "Raymond's voice kept coming on the phone". Initially Judy thought that her daughter was kidding, or trying to make something up, but due to Judy's obvious distress she knew something must have been going on. Mae then figured that perhaps it was some type of weird event with the cell phone company... somehow switching back to an old voice mail recording.

So Mae called the cell phone provider who assured her it wasn't possible for something like that to happen. Judy insisted her mother call her own cell phone number to prove what she claimed was true. Mae did call her cell phone three times, each time she heard nothing except her own voicemail message pick up. .

Mae decided she was just being stupid and hung up her phone, at that exact moment her home phone rang. Mae looked at the caller ID window but it was empty. It didn't read unknown caller, it didn't read blocked ID, it was simply empty.

Mae went ahead and answered the phone. She reports that she heard static on the line and out of the static sounding far away came Raymond's voice! He called out "Mae!....Mae!" As soon as she heard him, Mae panicked and threw the phone away from her. When she gathered her wits about her and picked the handset up again the line was dead.

Submitted by "Anonymous."
Hailing from: Jonesville VA
Where it happened: Jonesville VA
Posted on: 5/26/2009

My story begins shortly after the death of my father. He died tragically in a mine
collapse on Sept. 23 2001. For eight years I have been receiving phone
calls from his phone. His phone was disconnected 1 month after his death.
Yet , for the past eight years his number shows up on my caller ID. When
I answer no one talks. When I call back it says the number is disconnected
and no longer in service. I have just found out that the phone calls have
started happening to my father in law at his Workplace. Once again my dads
name and number shows up , but no response when he answers. My father in
law had no knowledge of the phone calls I had received, because, as anyone
who has gone through this knows, people will think you are crazy. Please
help. Is my dad okay? What is he trying to tell me ? Does he just want to
talk ? Why are the phone calls becoming more persistent and what can I do
to "talk back " to my deceased father?

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Submitted by "Sebastian Cevert."
Hailing from: Lille,France
Where it happened: Carneonne, France
Posted on: 5/26/2009

This is a Story of How my Grandfather who made me a promise he's let me know he was ok after he died from Liver Cancer back in 1990.

The story stats back in 1980. I was born in 1973 in London , England to my Mother Roberta (A English Hairdresser) and my Father Francois (A French Racing Driver). When My father died when I was 6mths old. My Fathers parents took my mother and I in at their home in Carneonne (The Family Estate not a Town).

My mother left me there as a 3yr old and my Grandparents legally adopted me. My mother died of a Heroin Overdose when I was 10.

My Grandfather Charles and I became very close. He taught me everything I know about cars, Music ( I'm classically Trained), Horses (He was a Racehorse Trainer)..... And so many other great things about the world. An I'm not afraid to admit that I loved him. HE wasn't the easiest person to love most of the time. He had been born in Russia (Family moved to France because he was Jewish and during his childhood the Russians had oppression on the Jewish People), he was hard working, Gruff, Short tempered. But I knew how to make him smile. I would play his favorite Piano Pieces after a hard days work. when I played better as I got older... Sometimes he'd get tears in his eyes. But pretend like he had dust in them or something.

From 1987 up until his death in 1990 I was working and Racing Cars myself in French Formula Renault (Like Formula Ford ). I now race Endurance Sport Cars and Rally. My Grandfather would often come to see me race. He was proud. And encouraged me. In 1988 He was first Diagnosed with Lung Cancer (Had the Lung Removed - Years of Smoking), He recovered from that. Then in January of 1990 he was diagnosed with acute Liver Failure and End Stage Liver Cancer. We were all shocked. He had seemed to be getting so much better after his lung cancer bout. In the time between January and April ... I went with him to the Hospital For his Specialized Pain Clinic Treatments (Only to try to make his life More Comfortable the doctors said).

One weekend I couldn't go with him on the Friday as I usually did for his Treatment I had a Race in Italy. The Friday night He rang at the hotel and Said to me he was fine and his treatment had gone well. We talked a bit about my races and the Qualifying etc ( I had pole Position for that weekends Race by then) and talking about the next days first of two races over the weekend. We talked for about an hour. And we said our goodbyes and hung up. I was glad to hear he was ok... He was now 89 and getting more frail. Doctors had told us he would make Christmas so we cherished all the time we had left.

The next morning I was woken earlier than usual by the Hotel Manager on the Phone telling me that My grandfather was on the Phone and need to talk to me urgently but he couldn't remember my room number (He also had mild Alzheimer's by this time too) and was it ok to put him through. I said of course.. Wondering why he had called me again as we had only spoken a couple of hours ago.

He got on the phone and told me that he wished me the best for the race again (As he had the night before) and told me for the first time that I had known him that He loved me and was sorry that he never told me before (He was in the Army (Sergeant) in his younger days and wasn't one to tell anyone how he felt).... I was shocked but thought he'd forgotten about the conversation we had the night before so I said to him thank you. And told him I loved him too. And promised I would play his favorite music when I got home for him on the piano. He said that that would be nice and he would look forward to it (Again something he never said before). We said our goodbyes again and I went off and got ready for the races.

Anyway, that Evening...... I came back from the track having come 3rd in the last race of the day. Happy as it was the highest finish we had that season so far. I went to my room where I found a note from the Hotel Manager to call my Mam (Grandma that I called Mam), SO I did thinking that maybe Papa (Grandpa) had a turn and was in Hospital but no..... She had been trying to ring me since the morning half an hour after I had left for the track. And Why ? TO tell me my Grandfather had died in his sleep at around 3am... 2 hrs after talking to me the night before....And 3 Hrs before I had a Phone Call at 6 am from him...... Had he kept his promise to let me know he was ok now he had passed over? Or was it something else. I know it was 6 am He had rang me... Because I looked at the Clock on the Bedside .

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