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Mother Tells Her Own Ghost Story!!!...

Submitted by "T. B."
Hailing from: Florida
Where it happened: Maine & Florida
Posted on: 4/11/2007

This story is not all first hand, although I was on the phone and actually heard it happen. 

My husband's mother (and my best friend) developed lung cancer in November 2005, and fought for 10 months but it was too much for her little body and she passed away on Sept. 27. While she was in the hospital on that last day my husband was called to go be with her. He was in mid air when she passed away. Although he didn't know that she had passed until he arrived in Maine.

Right after I told him that his mother had already passed away, he told me that he had a strange feeling while he was on the plane, like someone poked him in the side. When he arrived at her house he said that he also felt the same poke as he was walking up the front steps. He walked inside the house and immediately felt as if someone was in the house with him. It was such a strong feeling the he walked through the house twice checking every nook and cranny.

This is the point where he called me. He was really freaked out convinced that someone was in the house with him. I am a very strong believer in spirits and the after-life so I told him that it was probably just his Mom and that she was just wanting to see him again and let him know that she was alright. As we were talking he freaked out because he turned to the kitchen and saw a bright light (this was around midnight and she lived in the country so it was very dark), right as he was telling me what he was seeing he heard a really loud POP from behind him (I heard this too through the phone). At this point he was ready to bolt out the front door. I told him No, that he needed to talk to her and get whatever he needed to say out in the open....he wasn't having it but he relaxed a little bit and sat down to have a cigarette. He bent over to pick up and ashtray from the coffee table and he couldn't move it. It felt as though someone was holding it down to the table.

My take on this was that since she smoked for years and ended up with lung cancer, that she didn't want her son to go through what she did so she was telling him not to smoke. He had a lot of different experiences while he was there, most were just little things like her cats acting weird and him hearing strange noises. I had a couple of strange things happen to me when he got home too. He drove his Mom's car from Maine to Florida, so it was a long trip and he didn't get home until 3am.

Shortly after he got home he asked me if I could go out to the car and get something for him. I had the passenger door open and was leaning inside searching for what he needed through the trash he had accumulated through his 24 hr trip and all of a sudden I heard a little dog bark. Now let me set this up for you, we live out in the country and have a very large yard and our neighbors are not close at all, we also have no little dog. However, my mother in law had a little dog who was her pride and joy and she took everywhere with her. Also, I realized that the bark had not come from outside, but from the back seat of the car. It scared me so bad that I hauled butt back in to the house.

Slowly over the 6 months since she passed the strange happenings have died down. There have been a couple times that I've felt someone tug on the back of my hair when there's no one behind me and we've all heard some noises but they seem to have come to a stop. I think it was just Mom's way of saying that she was around and making sure we were ok. I also think that she wanted to give us some good ghost stories to tell since all 3 of us (my husband, my mother in law and I) all used to love sharing ghost stories with each other (one of which I submitted a year or 2 ago about my husband's experiences and my mother in law's experiences).

We miss her a great deal but through the experiences that we had my husband and I both know now that she is around and that we are still able we still talk to her.

My condolences on the loss of your mother-in-law. But how cool is it that she returned to give you a ghost story of your very own?! Well it appears here in all it's spooky glory! I will go back and see if I can find your previous stories and link them to this newest one~ Marilyn

Unwanted Guest...

Submitted by "Jacqueline Soto."
Hailing from: Chicago IL
Where it happened: Chicago IL
Posted on: 4/11/07

First of all I just wanted to say that I love this site. This experience
happened to me in January of 2007. Unfortunately, on December 16, 2006
one of my friends passed away from a car crash. He was a good person and
always made you smile. 

It was a sad time since Christmas near. After a
month, I went to the cemetery where he was buried ( I went to the funeral
as well ). My mom decided to come with me because she knew he meant a lot
to me and I still was in depression because he was no longer here. We
entered the cemetery trying to find the section where he was buried. 

We couldn't find the section my friend's grave was located in, and my mom told me
that he was probably mad with me cause I didn't make it to the burial and
that maybe he didn't want to see me. I prayed out loud, " Rojas, if you
don't want to see me please let me know, I just wanted to say I'm sorry for
not attending the burial." As soon as I said that, I heard a noise as if
somebody was knocking on the back of the car. 

After an hour of searching, I went to the office to find out exactly where he was. I went directly to
his section and both me and my mom got out of the car. I had flowers in my
hand for him. We walked around the section but couldn't find him. Me and my
mom split up. I asked out loud " Rojas, I'm sorry. please don't be mad with
me. But I really want to see you. please, if you are here, give me a sign.
" As soon as I finished, I heard bells. I checked around the tombs to see
if any of them had bells but there were none. And no houses were near. I
heard them again but even nearer. I walked towards the sound but them I
saw my mom running towards me. 

She said " I'm going back inside the car! "
She seemed scared. I walked by myself around each tombstone and all of a
sudden I hear the bells again and this time, I heard footsteps behind me.
I turned around and nobody was there. I kept walking and the footsteps
began again. I wasn't scared but when I reached a certain tombstone, I
felt fearful and was very uncomfortable. 

I went back to the car and my mom told me
to give up looking for my friends grave. We drove off and I asked her that if she had heard anything.
She said " When I was on my own, I asked your friend to give us a sign of
where he was. As soon as I said that, I heard bells!. That's why I started
running towards you". I told her I experienced the same thing. When we
got home, my mother put the flowers that were meant for him, in a vase. 

Both of us felt like we were being watched. Later I left for work thinking about what
had happened to me. When I got home at night, my mom was in bed, scared.
She told me that when she placed the flowers on the table, she felt an
uneasy feeling and then right away the couch cracked as if somebody had
sat down on it. She said she saw some shadows and kept hearing whispers. I
also experienced that uneasy feeling and so I decided to say a prayer,
and said " In the name of GOD, you must go back to where you belong. You
must leave this house."  

After that, that uneasy feeling went away. but I 
think that my dear friend was trying to contact me. Thank you for your
time.

Let me begin by giving my condolences about your friend's passing, I've lost friends in car accidents and it is always so very sad! But I really do not believe it was your friend who followed you home. Native Americans (among many others) have a "superstition" that unwanted "ghosts" can follow one home from the cemetery. Being sad places of loss it seems to make sense that demonic or trouble-making beings would be right at home in cemetery! You did the right thing to clear your home of the unwanted visitor! Next time don't speak to the dead when visiting the cemetery, this only serves to attract those unwanted elements which are hanging around. Your friend's spirit is in his after-life doubtful he is hanging around the cemetery.

Feel My Flesh, Feel My Bones....

Submitted by "Sylvia U."
Hailing from: Grove City OH   
Where it happened: Grove City OH
Posted on: 4/11/07

After my son died, he let me, his wife and sister know that he was
very much still around.
 

1) A teardrop landed on my forearm as I was watching T.V. in the bedroom. I
knew immediately that it was him. NO rainy day, no leaking roof or
anything around that could possibly caused it.
  

2) His sister "borrowed" his grill to entertain for the Big Michigan/Ohio
State football game. He had always done that every year for all his
buddies. The grill was secured in the back of her pickup truck to
transport it to her home. As they were passing the gate to the cemetery
where he was interred, the grill was lifted up in the air and crashed to
the ground, landing at the entrance. Needless to say,I replaced his old
grill for a new one to his wife. You see, his sister hadn't asked
permission to take it.

3) My son passed two months before the game, but on the scheduled day,
his wife's T.V. came on right before the game started. It had NOT been
set-up, as she had no intentions of being home.

4) As my daughter and I were heading to his gravesite a year later, I had
told her of finally having a dream about him. In it, I was surprised to
see him and said, "No, Russ. you are dead!" He replied "Feel my flesh and
feel my bones". At the gravesite after placing flowers, we opened the door
of the vehicle and the radio was on blaring out a song about feel my
flesh and feel my bones. 

We never leave the truck running and did not have
the radio on, on the trip to the site. This all happened a couple of years ago and since, everything has been
quiet. My son let me (us) know that he is not that far away. God bless him.

Dead Air....

Submitted by "Ace C."
Hailing from: Portland OR
Where it happened: Grants Pass OR
Posted on: 4/11/2007

This encounter occurred in the house I used to live in with my
mother and brother in Grants Pass, Oregon. I can't remember exactly what
day it was, but it had been a school day (meaning long and boring), so I
was glad to be home at the end of the school day. 

Later, after I was in bed and almost falling asleep, I heard someone talking. I thought it was
probably just my mother or brother talking to each other or to someone on
the phone, so I got up out of bed to tell them to quiet down. Thing is,
they weren't anywhere to be seen. I picked up the phone and there was no
one on the line. I went and checked their bedrooms and they were both fast
asleep. 

I was a little creeped out, but I decided to just go back to
sleep. No sooner than I was back in bed then I noticed my stereo was on. I
was almost sure it wasn't on before, but I got up to turn it off and
recognized a song I liked playing, so I listened to it, but in the middle
of the song it suddenly stopped. There was dead air, no music or anything.
Probably just the radio people hit a button without knowing it and the
music shut off. That's what I thought until I heard voices coming out of
my stereo speakers. Not singing, but someone whispering, talking. Saying
my name. 

I immediately shut off the stereo and disconnected the speakers.
Nothing else happened that night, but it was enough to make me stop
listening to that radio station.

Whoa!!! I would've done more than stop listening to that radio station! That radio would've been flying out the window! Very creepy for sure!

Aunt Judy....

Submitted by "Nicole D."
Hailing from: Suffolk VA
Where it happened: Michigan
Posted on: 4/11/2007

This happened to me about ten year's ago. This is the first time
I've been able to tell anyone that will actually listen to me without
thinking I'm crazy. 

My mom had sent all the my brother and I to bed early
on Saturday night so her and my dad could get the house work done and talk
about the stress of the day. When they went to bed they didn't get to
sleep long. When at about 1:00 am I heard the phone rang, because I'm a
very light sleeper. My mom picked it up and said hello in a sleepy
voice. The next moment she was in tears and waking my dad up. This is what
she said, "Tony, Wake up. Judy is dead. She was killed by a drunk driver."
I kept quiet so they didn't know I was up crying due to me hearing the
conversation. 

As I laid in bed crying and trying to think, "This is just a
bad dream I'll wake up in the morning and hear that it's not true." I
slowly fell back to sleep. The next day seemed to come to quick as my mom
came in and said it was time to get up and that she had to tell us
something. Us meaning my brother and I. She told us that our Aunt Judy had
been killed in an accident. My first thought was no your wrong it can't
be. But by the look on my mom's face I knew she was. 

My heart was shattered once again. My mom and I spent about an hour crying and hugging
each other. Then we contacted the friend my Aunt was with the night of the
accident to find out the details of where it took place and we went to see
what we could find that was left of her car. Which there wasn't much. 

The week that followed was the funeral. About three weeks after the funeral
things started to get weird. I could hear my Aunt Judy laughing and I kept
thinking, "But she's dead I can't hear she if she's dead. Then that same
night when I went to bed I saw a candle flicker in the hallway. Then the
door opened and Aunt Judy's spirit came into my room and sat on my bed.
But before I could call out she was gone. When she left there was an indent on the blanket as if someone in our world had really been sitting there.  

I didn't dare tell my mom she would just get upset at me and send me back to bed.
So I didn't tell anyone for about three months later when I decided to
tell my dad. Right when I told him he thought I was schizophrenic and
called the doctor for help. To this day I still believe it was her and she
came back to tell me she was ok and that she was in a much better and
happier place.

Thanks for your time sorry but that's all I have.

I'm happy to say we don't think you are living in crazy~town! Sounds to us like your Aunt Judy just wanted a chance to say goodbye as she didn't get the chance due to her sudden death.

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