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OK; I'll share the story of the nice ghost lady I met at a party at a house in North Portland.
In about 1988,my ex and I had arrived in Portland about a year previously when we were invited to this party. It was a pretty average party as such things go, and towards the end of the evening, I was in the bathroom, and this lady in slacks and a blouse walked in on me. She was flustered and embarrassed, and I said "No big deal; not to worry" She turned her back and I finished my business and out myself back together, and we started talking. Somehow the topic got around to my near-death experience that I had had in 1977. Without thinking about it, I unlocked the bathroom door and said, "We can't talk in here; too much noise. Let's go out in the backyard." The lady had a bit of difficulty navigating the crowd in
the kitchen, so I took her arm and escorted her through the jam and out the back door, where she sat down in the chair by the keg. I offered her a beer, but she said no thanx. I then proceeded to describe my NDE, in which I was sent back into my body with no ill
effects by Persephone Reborn (I happen to be Wiccan; was initiated in 1975; hence the Lady of the Underworld in Her aspect of the Maiden Returned.) The lady then asked me What I think about Hell, and I told her (sorry; it's part of the story; and it turns out it was just what she needed to hear) that I felt that Hell is a lie that is used to scare people into obedience. At that point, my ex (who had quite a bit of experience hunting ghosts back in Denver) came out to get me, and he said, "What are you doing talking to an empty chair???" My jaw dropped; I had _had my hand on her elbow_ when I guided her through the crowd in the kitchen. I said stupidly, "You don't SEE her?" My ex looked at me like I was crazy. When I turned to say good-bye, the chair _was_ empty. Later on, on the way home, I felt the lady enter the Light and I realized that she had gotten herself earthbounded because she was (for some reason) terrified that she would go to Hell.
-Submitted by
Catseye
A True Ghost Story That Occurred in 1961, in Indianapolis, Indiana.
One of My brother-in-law's, once shared a story with my sisters and myself, about a scary occurrence that had taken place in their house in Indianapolis, Indiana back in the year of 1961.
This is what he had told us.....
His parents had purchased a house on the South side of Indianapolis, where he and his younger sister, and parents would soon be moving into. A month later, the four of them settled into their new home and made it quite comfortable for themselves. They liked the neighborhood and thought it was a good location and close to the the husbands work.
It was 65 years old, a spacious 2-story house, white with black shutters. In the large living room, there was a Fireplace that made the room look cozy, and it also had a nice size basement where laundry could be laundered, a large size kitchen, and two bathrooms, with 4 bedrooms.
After living there for about a month, strange things began to happen to the family.
The lights in the house began to flicker on and off in different rooms from time to time.
And my brother-in-law said that every other day, his parents would accuse him of playing with the lights, and told him to stop messing with the lights.
He said that he tried to convince them that he was not causing the lights to flicker on and off. But to no avail, they refused to believe that he was innocent and thought that his mischief was getting the better of him.
One evening, they were just about to sit down to dinner in the dining room, but my brother-in-law hadn't joined them just yet. The lights began to flicker on and off once again, and his father yelled for him to stop playing with the lights. He hurriedly came from the living room, where he had been watching TV, and went running into the dining room to see why his dad was yelling out to him. He asked his dad why was he yelling out at him. His father complained to him, saying he was getting tired of him messing with the lights, and that it was getting old, and if he did it one more time, he was grounding him for a 2 weeks. Right then, the lights began to flicker on and off again. Everyone stood there in the room frozen. Now, it was confirmed that he had been telling the truth all along, and was indeed innocent of the accusations made towards him.
The very next day, his father made an appointment, and a day later, had an Electrician come out to the house to check the wiring throughout the entire house.
After a complete inspection, the Electrician reported to him that he could not find anything wrong with the wiring anywhere. The family thought that the whole thing was a bit strange, but tried to move on with their daily lives. A week later, the father had to go out of town on business for his job, and would be away for 3 days. The rest of the family went about their daily routines as usual. One early evening, his sister went to stay with one of her friends for the night.
The son and his mother retired for the night, and went on up upstairs to their bedrooms, which was located just down the hall from one another.
After preparing for bed, they both had just climbed into their beds, and was still wide awake. His mother was sitting up in her bed, reading a book, while he himself was lying there on his back in bed, thinking about what he was planning on doing the next day.
Suddenly, someone came down the hallway on past his mother's bedroom doorway.
She didn't bother to look up either as they had passed on by her doorway, because she assumed it was her son getting up to use the bathroom. The figure came floating into her son's bedroom, and reached out a hand towards the son. He looked up to see who had entered his room, and saw that it was a headless man in a blue suit reaching out a hand towards his feet! The son let out a loud scream, yelling NOOOOOO!!!!
His mother very quickly jumped out of bed and came running into his bedroom, just in time to witness along with her son, seeing the headless man walk into a wall and vanish. She hugged her son and told him, that he didn't have to sleep there tonight, and that he could sleep in his sister's room for the night instead. He never slept in that room again and made a bed in the spare bedroom soon after that. As soon as they could, the family put the house up for Sale, while they looked for another house to buy and move into.
After his parents did some background research on the house, they discovered that it used to be a Funeral Home back in the early 1900's, and that the house have changed hands with other occupants over the years. The family was so relieved to be out of there, especially after learning that bit of information.
I thought that my brother-in-law was just making up the whole story and trying to scare us. And so the very first chance that I was able to talk with his mom, she confirmed that he was in fact telling the truth about the story.
This kind of makes you wonder about those Funeral Homes now huh?
-Submitted by
Marilyn Shriver, Connecticut
A True Ghost Story, That Happened In Bloomfield, Indiana in 1957.
It was Summertime, and during a one-week stay at our grandparents, my two older sisters and I woke up that Saturday morning to eat breakfast with our grandparents in the dining room. The three of us girls would always stay with them for one week during each summer.
This was where they both wanted to live after they had retired, nearby where they grew up at....way out in the country, a secluded area, with nothing but woodland surrounding their home, and where it's always quiet and so peaceful. The nearest neighbor lived one mile away from them. Although we three felt it was TOO quiet to suit us, we cared about our grandparents and wanted to visit with them, regardless of how we felt about the location. After nightfall, you could hear an owl hooting, bats flying around capturing insects, or the crickets cricketing. It was always pitch-black outside at night, since there were no street lights and far too spooky to take a step outside the door, even for a minute or two out onto the Car Port. They had a light on a tall pole near the house that they would turn on when they wanted to. As far as the three of us were concerned, it was far away from all other civilization.
After breakfast was over, we each got ready to drive into a nearby town to a Country Store, that was 40 minutes away, to do their ritual grocery shopping. They usually bought a month's worth of groceries there.
My grandparents did not own a TV, and preferred it that way. But they owned a radio for when they wanted to listen to the news. So, our entertainment consisted of cutting out paper dolls, coloring pictures, playing card games, go fishing, hiking, berry picking, apple picking, picnicking with our grandparents, or visit with a my grandmother's brother and wife, who lived 1 1/2 miles from their home. We all got into the car that morning, and my grandfather began driving us down the gravel roads heading into town. As we drove about 3 miles, suddenly, we came upon an old man with fair skin walking along side the gravel road with his hands in his pockets, and wearing a brown hat, a long sleeved white shirt with the sleeves half-way rolled up, brown trousers, and old worn brown shoes. The old man looked to be the age of 70. He never once looked over at us as we drove on past him. We three girls kept our eyes transfixed on the old man, and stayed that way until we saw him disappear right before our very eyes. He was there only but a few minutes and then just vanished! We were dumb-found about it all, and began telling our grandparents about the old man's disappearance. There was nothing but woodland all around us as we were on this gravel road, and no where the old man could have gone off to, like a driveway, another road, a pathway, or a house just off the roadside. Our grandmother's response was; "It was probably a ghost, kids. These hills are older than we are, and so I wouldn't doubt it for a minute that he was a ghost." Us girls had never heard about ghosts before, and so this was very disturbing and scary to us children. We then asked our grandmother to explain to us what a ghost was.
My sisters and I have never forgotten that incident to this very day. That was my first shared experience with the paranormal phenomena.
-Submitted by
Marilyn Shriver, Connecticut
I have a few things that have occurred in my life that I can share with you. Not sure if you will find it of interest but you can be the judge of that. I have a few stories but the one that sticks out most in my mind is back when my Mother passed on. As they say you get signs around this time,funny things happen and some just pass it off as grieving. To me this was so much more. My Mother had passed away the night the Red Sox won the World Series here in Boston. Everyone around me was so excited but yet I felt there was something wrong,not right. As I had been calling my Mother all night. This has happened before though and everything would turn out alright. That night though It seemed I was already in mourning before finding out she had passed due to a heart attack. Not being able to shake this terrible empty feeling I went to her apartment where I met my sister only to discover our Mother on the floor. Weeks prior to this my Mother called me concerned as she was not feeling well and told me how she was in her parking lot one afternoon and didn't feel right. She had a hard time describing how she felt to me but had said that she could feel a rush of coldness go up her body and she could not move and then felt as though as she put it looking at her body from the outside. I could tell it made her nervous and she was trying to make some sense of it. I wonder to myself and actually belief that was her spirit trying to leave that day but instead it lingered on. So things started to happen as we prepared for my Mother's funeral really odd things. For one my pets were acting as if someone was with us meaning my immediate family myself and my boys. One time my cat which shes an old gal and my puppy were both on my bed staring at wall transfixed as to what they were seeing. Another time my puppy was looking at me as I sat in our living room growling and crying backing up as though she was afraid like she was looking right thru me it seemed. The night I had the strongest sign was the night before my Mother's funeral. I had been driving home from cleaning out my Mom's apartment and was feeling naturally depressed. I was pretty much broke and feeling very depressed and then I had this sudden urge to go and buy a scratch ticket in which I did and won $50. I then continued home and the whole ride it was weird I felt as though someone was in the back seat of our van. I just couldn't shake the feeling. When we parked I even turned to look in the back wandering why I felt that way. Now I'm in my house and my boys are all awake and its early. Everyone is going about their business. I was sitting at my computer and all of a sudden I was surrounded by the smell of my Mother's perfume. It was so strong and all around me. It was a perfume that she only wore in our family and none of her things were at my house yet. The smell was so intense so I decided I would walk down the hall to our kitchen area to see if the smell was out there. It wasn't so I was like hmm,thats strange. I started to head back to my room but only stopping at my oldest son's room who was grieving pretty badly to tell him I loved him. As I stood in his doorway all of a sudden that smell encircled me again and again my puppy was behind me and started whimpering and backing up on her hind legs afraid. I really didn't know what to think I only knew that the smell of my mothers perfume was shocking to me as it was so strong. I proceeded back to my room to sit on my computer and surf the net for a bit. When my second oldest son Michael came into my room and said to me "Ma,I don't want to sound weird here." I said to him no its ok whats wrong? He said well I was in the living room watching tv and I smelled Grandma's perfume all around me. I was like oh wow to myself. I told him I smelled it too. I consoled him and he went off back to watch tv. Then the smell came back once again but this time as I sat on my computer. I had a feeling I was being watched. I turned to look towards my bedroom door and there stood my Mother. Transparent but it was my Mother. She had a solemn look on her face and her apparation was all gray but it was my Mother. Naturally my mouth must have dropped and my eyes widened as I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Then she disappeared as quick as she had appeared. Following this there were a series of things that happened and well I have gone on and on here so as not too make my story too long I will sum it up pretty much. We had occurences such as we were at my brothers house and some of us were crying and grieving. His lights in his house started going up and down. As though a power surge and his fire alarm went off also. On going home that night I was talking to my sister at 3 a.m in the morn on the phone when all of a sudden the shower radio went on in my bathroom. I told my sis to hold on thinking could one of the boys woke up but,nah it was too late. There the radio sat on my bathroom counter playing and the boys were all in bed. The freakiest thing was that the radio had no batteries how in the world was it playing? So this is one occurence I have had in my life. Probably the most profound for me although I have other stories I can tell later. If anyone has had a similar experience I would love to hear about it. Thank you for reading my story.
-Submitted by
Diane
My Grandmother "Mémére"
As a Child Growing up my Grandmother was my Angel always there for me when I was in need she took me under her Wings. ~
My Grandmother Cordelia was very sick having many mini Strokes that started 12 years before with a full blown Stroke. She passed in May 1964.
My Heart was hurting I was having a hard time excepting this. ~
A week after she passed one night as I slept I was awaking. The room was dark and she was in a Glow of white smiling down on me and so Beautiful.
I was startled by this a first for me so I closed my eyes my Heart was racing and I said to her please don't come to me at night any more. ~
She never appeared to me again I feel so bad that I said that to her. A few years went by and a Friend of mine told me the reason why she appeared was to tell me not to grieve that she was out of pain and Happy. Through the years I have felt things around me heard my Name etc. ~
And today I wouldn't be scared seeing a Spirit at night I would Love to see her again. I miss my Grandmother so but I know she is in a Beautiful place with Children cuddling under her Wings.
-Submitted by
Butterfly Dancer
Now I am under the impression that its People that are " haunted " not places, now with that being said I would like to tell you about my two oldest and my 9 year old son's. when my 24 year old was 5 years old he was being waken up every night for about two months before he came an told me , Now how would I know it was two months , because he said it started around Christmas and ended about the time my second son was born.
1.) Well anyway's .... when my first son was Five he came down the stairs into my room in tears and begging me to ask the little boy to go home, its was late at night when he did this so I got out of bed and walked him back up stair's , when I walked in the room I saw a little Indian boy that looked to be maybe 6 or 7 years old. but as soon as I got closer he was gone , my son looked up at me and said " Thank you Mommy " and then got into his bed and went to sleep . I stood there for a couple of minutes just to see if what I saw came back , or maybe it was to see if I ready did see what I thought I saw . but he didn't , So I went back to bed.
About two days later my son came down the stair's again and was in tears again , so I walked him back to bed but this time I didn't see the little boy , but I helped my son back into his bed and then I said out Loud to the little Indian boy " Could you please let Chris alone ... its late and he has school in the morning and he needs his sleep " Chris never saw him again as far as I know.
Now when my second son was 5 years old he saw the same ( well I am assuming) Indian boy but he wasn't bothered by him , He liked playing with him and did so for about 6 months until I walked him to bed one night and said the same thing in the room as I did with Chris. Now I did ask Jason to tell me about his play mate and he describe him. And what what I can remember it was the same little Indian boy.
2.) My youngest son knew his grandma died before I ever told him. Then night after my mom died my younger son woke up and came into the room where I was watching T.V. and said to me .. " Grandma wanted me to tell you that she is all better now " My mouth hit the floor , I asked him when did he talk to grandma he told me " couple of minutes ago " I hugged him and walked him back to bed. One week later I went to pick up my mom's ashes.
When I got into my van and maybe got down the road about a mile or so I looked in my rear view mirror and saw a little girl that looked to be about 10 years old. When I got home ( mind you I tried to act like I didn't see her) I softly told her that she needed to go back where she came from , I looked in my rear view mirror and she was gone . Well that is what I thought anyway's, But the next day my youngest son would not eat breakfast until I fixed a bowl of cereal for the little girl.
Now I didn't see her anywhere but he did and I had to do this for almost an year . Do I know if she has moved on? I don't know. What I do know is that my youngest son to this day sees people and colors he tells me about them all the time. And sometimes they even frighten him. Hence why I believe its people that are " Haunted " not places.
