This Weeks Story
December 31, 2002

"Faith, Hope and Clarity"
When the great ships
were drawn past the horizon
everyone thought they
were gone forever...

A Trio of Ghost Stories from
Donna, Alisa Joe & Julie

Faith
from Donna
Hailing From: Camden , New Jersey
Where it Happened: My apartment

O ne night my now ex-husband, a state trooper on the night shift, left for work. Our son was just six months old at the time and I was never afraid to sleep in the house alone. But this night I didn't sleep too comfortably. I awakened a little disturbed and felt compelled to get my son from his crib, put him in the bed with me.

But, I fought the feeling, and went back to sleep, I didn't want him to get in the habit of sleeping with me...

Then suddenly I woke up. My body just sat straight up as if some one pushed me upright. I was staring at a thing, a person, in all black, no face, a hood, but it did have some type of wrap around it's waist. My door was cracked, and I always kept the bathroom light on, so I was able to see that it wasn't standing, it was hovering, floating...

Directly in front of my baby's crib, looking down at him.

I was unable to scream, I tried, I was able to yell inside my head, "OH , GOD PLEASE DON'T LET HIM TAKE MY BABY!!!"

Despite the fact that I had seen this thing floating, I had not yet cancelled out that this thing was not a man, trying to steal my baby!!! As I yelled out mentally, the thing seemed to have heard me. It then turned and looked at me. I could not see its face. I closed my eyes, because that's about all I could do anyway. I WAS FROZEN!

When I opened my eyes it had disappeared. I jumped up, not afraid, but concerned about the welfare of my son. He was fine. I turned on every light in my apartment and put on a pot of coffee, determined not to fall asleep again that night.

I was afraid to call my husband, because I didn't want him to think I was gone off the deep end. How was I supposed to explain the Grim Reaper's visit???

I stayed awake. But I had such butterflies in my stomach! I was so very nervous. I felt the need to get my bible, even though I was not all that religious, but I did not fight that feeling! I still felt this sense of loss, as if someone had died.

I opened the bible, and prayed for protection against whatever was going on at the time. I was scared to sleep, afraid for my son, I felt an incredible loss of some kind. I found a scripture, it was for protection for those who uphold the law. That gave me a little peace, so I copied it and tacked it to the refrigerator, overtop of my husband's work schedule. I sat back down, and finally dozed off with my son in my arms.

My husband came home shortly after, around eight in the morning. It was a little late for him and he looked frazzled. I asked how was work, he said, "Fine, until, on my way home, I got into a serious accident. Our car tumbled over four times, and all of the glass exploded over me. I cannot believe I am alive! I don't have a scratch on my body! I was very, very lucky."

I then told him everything that happened and showed him the prayer on the fridge door. He knew that it was not tacked up there when he left out and so he hugged and thanked me for saving his life...

And for protecting our sons life.

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Hope
from Alisa Jo
Hailing From: Waterford, Pennsylvania
Where it Happened: My apartment

I n the Spring of 1986 my father passed away from cancer. He died on Good Friday, shortly after his diagnosis. My father was comatose for almost two days and was surrounded by his family. I had left the room, with my husband, to get some fresh air. In a clear but loud voice I heard, "Go back to your father's room". I ran down the hospital corridor and into his room. At that very moment, my dad opened his eyes and told us that he loved us all. And with his last breath he said, "I'm ready now, God." A strange shadow came over my father's body but it was truly visible to all that were there.

My father's death was difficult for all of us but we were grateful that he did not suffer long. Seven months later I was pregnant with my first child. I had an especially restless night and couldn't sleep. My thoughts were with my Dad. I had just returned to bed when a light filled the bedroom entrance.

Standing there was my father.

He said, "What's the matter, honey?"

I began to cry and told him that I missed him. He smiled and said, "I am all right. Please do not worry about me. You must take care of yourself. I love you."

And then he was gone.

I woke my husband as I cried for my father not to go. The next day I made a special trip to visit my sister and told her my story about our father. She looked at me strangely and said, "Daddy was here last night. I couldn't sleep and was laying on the couch. I felt as though I wasn't alone and opened my eyes. Dad was standing beside me. He said that he loved me and that he was all right, and then he was gone."

We both cried. We called our youngest sister, in Alabama, and asked her if anything strange occurred in the last few days. She quietly said. "Well, Daddy came to see me last night. He just told me that he loved me and that he was all right."

Since that time we have not experienced any other visits from our dad. We believe he wanted us to know that he was happy and that he loved us. It has, however, reassured us that there is a God and heaven is will be there and waiting for us. It has brought peace to our hearts.

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Clarity
from Julie
Hailing From: Alabama
Where it Happened: Tennessee

When my mom and dad moved to Tennessee, they bought an old house in a small rural town. I wasn't born yet, but I understand the neighbors told my parents they wouldn't stay in that house very long. It seems no one could. It was the last house the previous owner had built before he died, and his sister he had taken care of apparently killed herself in the back bedroom.

Well, my mom and dad started having problems after living in the house for fifteen years with me and my two older sisters. My mother moved into the back bedroom by herself. On her first night back, just after she went to bed, she heard someone walk from the door to the foot of the bed. She thought it was my dad. So, she got up, flipped on the light and discovered she was by herself.

After a few months of this, she got wise and put carpet down on the floor. It stopped the footsteps and she stopped sleeping with the light on.

Then, as if to get more of her attention, it started banging on the stereo and running it's fingernails up and down the front of the fan.

Not too long after , my mother started working the night shift at the nursing home and coming home and sleeping during the day. By then we were all in school. One day, my sister was sick and stayed home from school. She heard mama come in the bedroom and felt her crawl up in the bed with her. When she asked mama a question, mama didn't reply, so my sister rolled over and THERE WAS NO ONE THERE.

When mama did come home, my sister told her what happened and my mother replied, "Well, you can stay in here if you want, but I can see that if I'm going to get any real sleep, I'm going to have to try sleeping in the living room."

My dad still lives in the house and says as long as it doesn't bother him, he won't bother "it."

 

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