I Didn't See a Ghost Today
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When I drive through the old neighborhood my haunts pass me.Too sciency and logical to believe in ghosts.
My past haunts me though. Does that count?
Just because I haunt the same old places
Where the memory of him lingers everywhere
Just because I'm not the happy girl I used to be
He thinks I still care
Where the memory of him lingers everywhere
Just because I'm not the happy girl I used to be
He thinks I still care
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Alright, now I will share more. When I was a child, I saw a ghost. She was there, just like anyone would be. In other words, I could see her. And no, it wasn't out of the corner of my eye. I opened a door, and she was there. She moved away from me as if I scared her, and I moved away from her, very quickly. I told no one about this, until one day I told my mom. She said she had seen her too, and my description of the lady was exactly the same as my mother's. It is something that I will never forget.
My father saw something as well, though thankfully I didn't see this one. What he saw was a black shape, and it was so real that he thought our dog had somehow gotten into the house. He saw it, went into the laundry room, then came out to yell for the dog to get back outside. There was nothing there.
My father saw something as well, though thankfully I didn't see this one. What he saw was a black shape, and it was so real that he thought our dog had somehow gotten into the house. He saw it, went into the laundry room, then came out to yell for the dog to get back outside. There was nothing there.
Isn't that another word for paranoia? Get along. But yeah...with a twist. Comes from windows. Windows with shiny glass, there someone behind the sheen? Or curtains closed. Or maybe, don't blink. But yeah, the world moved on, listening to the radio at work, there's this that the other some lady sounds like she's got it in power whine. NPR. Something about the flag. They kept playing it...all...day...long. Half-listening 'cause I'm trying to mud. Don't blink. Just like that you take a nap and you wake up and you're twenty-five. Next thing you know the better half of 50 years goes faster than you think.
Like, there was this once, bebopping here and there out and about and heh! I've got big bells on. Everyone else is boot-cut. What happened? Don't blink. But you wonder, I do, what was I doing when the world moved on? Like all this talk...hate this, hate that. A symbol of hate. Seems like a stereo-type to me, and applied to all. Don't blink. Best to crack another one, the sun's going down, everything gets hotter when the sun goes down. So...get along.
Like, there was this once, bebopping here and there out and about and heh! I've got big bells on. Everyone else is boot-cut. What happened? Don't blink. But you wonder, I do, what was I doing when the world moved on? Like all this talk...hate this, hate that. A symbol of hate. Seems like a stereo-type to me, and applied to all. Don't blink. Best to crack another one, the sun's going down, everything gets hotter when the sun goes down. So...get along.
...do I feel haunted?...interesting and provocative query...I certainly do...daily I'm besieged by the wraiths and shadows of decisions poorly made, tortuous choices and hellish mental wrong turns...I also believe in another world cheek to jowl with ours...the land of the dead or whatever you may choose to call it...
I believe very strongly in ghosts. I also believe that there are certainly paranormal phenomena that can't be logically or scientifically explained. I don't always need for something to be explained. I know what I've experienced.....that's good enough for me.
I've had a few encounters with ghosts (for lack of a better word). Let me tell you about the experience that means the most to me.....
Most of you know that my only brother was killed in a freak car accident four days after my birthday, on July 8, 1998 ...I've shared the story here at some point. As my birthday approached the following year, I became horribly depressed because I wanted so badly for Mark to call me and say something funny about me getting older, I wanted to see him come to my house bringing me the grand fireworks that he had planned to celebrate just for me.....I wanted to hear his laugh, and I wanted him to hug me and tell me he was okay.....and I knew none of that was going to happen ever again.
So, the day before my birthday 1999, I sat in the recliner in my living room, holding the phone in my hand, and cried myself to sleep......
Around 3:00 a.m. something woke me up....Someone was knocking on my front door....I had barely gotten out of the chair and was walking to the door, when it opened.....and there stood my brother. He was smiling at me. I ran to hug him, and he walked around the front of the house.....I followed him, and I said, "I knew you would come for my birthday".....he just stood there smiling at me.....
When I walked toward him, another man appeared out of no where....he smiled at me, too. He put his hand on my brother's shoulder, and said to him, "it's time to go".....Mark looked so happy, and there was such a peace about him. He smiled at me one more time, and then both of them were gone.
I fully believe that my brother came to visit me on my birthday that year, and that the other man was his guide. You can believe what you want, and that's fine. No one will ever convince me that it wasn't my brother. I also know it wasn't a dream.
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I've had a few encounters with ghosts (for lack of a better word). Let me tell you about the experience that means the most to me.....
Most of you know that my only brother was killed in a freak car accident four days after my birthday, on July 8, 1998 ...I've shared the story here at some point. As my birthday approached the following year, I became horribly depressed because I wanted so badly for Mark to call me and say something funny about me getting older, I wanted to see him come to my house bringing me the grand fireworks that he had planned to celebrate just for me.....I wanted to hear his laugh, and I wanted him to hug me and tell me he was okay.....and I knew none of that was going to happen ever again.
So, the day before my birthday 1999, I sat in the recliner in my living room, holding the phone in my hand, and cried myself to sleep......
Around 3:00 a.m. something woke me up....Someone was knocking on my front door....I had barely gotten out of the chair and was walking to the door, when it opened.....and there stood my brother. He was smiling at me. I ran to hug him, and he walked around the front of the house.....I followed him, and I said, "I knew you would come for my birthday".....he just stood there smiling at me.....
When I walked toward him, another man appeared out of no where....he smiled at me, too. He put his hand on my brother's shoulder, and said to him, "it's time to go".....Mark looked so happy, and there was such a peace about him. He smiled at me one more time, and then both of them were gone.
I fully believe that my brother came to visit me on my birthday that year, and that the other man was his guide. You can believe what you want, and that's fine. No one will ever convince me that it wasn't my brother. I also know it wasn't a dream.
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I believe. I prayed and prayed for my mom to come to me, to talk to me. I would call her disconnected number and cry that she didn't answer, somewhere in my mind thinking if I just had enough faith, if I believed just enough, I would be rewarded. This all makes me cry. I recently cleaned out a storage shed of things I had stored since she died, and again, I thought if I prayed hard enough, I would find some secret letter she left me, or note or message. In a way, I sort of had a connection -- I talked about it in the documentary thread. It was an odd coincidence.
I am so glad you saw your brother. My mom comes to me in my dreams, and I'm thankful for that.
Sounds nuts, huh?
I believe. I prayed and prayed for my mom to come to me, to talk to me. I would call her disconnected number and cry that she didn't answer, somewhere in my mind thinking if I just had enough faith, if I believed just enough, I would be rewarded. This all makes me cry. I recently cleaned out a storage shed of things I had stored since she died, and again, I thought if I prayed hard enough, I would find some secret letter she left me, or note or message. In a way, I sort of had a connection -- I talked about it in the documentary thread. It was an odd coincidence.
I am so glad you saw your brother. My mom comes to me in my dreams, and I'm thankful for that.
Sounds nuts, huh?
Doesn't sound nuts at all to me.
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Sundrop (((you!!)) I remember this, and yesterday was the anniversary! Oh girl! What an amazing story!
I personally have never seen a ghost, but I'm so terrified that I might, I'm sure my nervous energy keeps them away.
I have felt something move me to do things, and those things always end up having a very profound ending or purpose - something outside of me was guiding me.
One day, not too long ago, I was feeling very low, low, low - lower than ever before in my life, and I was sitting outside wishing for the cardinal to come, and the big one didn't, but two smaller ones did - it was amazing - they were dancing in the air for me. And when I came inside there was a text from a friend that I hadn't heard from in ages out of the blue, telling me she missed me terribly, and would the kids and I like to come out for dinner and swim that night. And then I get to work and there's an email from someone else I rarely hear from, saying she'd had a dream about me and she felt compelled to remind me how much she and her family loved me and she needed me to know and believe that. All of these things within a couple of hours. "someone saved my life tonight".....
I don't know if that's haunted, to me "haunted" implies scary, other worldly. These things were beautiful and peaceful and amazing gifts.
I personally have never seen a ghost, but I'm so terrified that I might, I'm sure my nervous energy keeps them away.
I have felt something move me to do things, and those things always end up having a very profound ending or purpose - something outside of me was guiding me.
One day, not too long ago, I was feeling very low, low, low - lower than ever before in my life, and I was sitting outside wishing for the cardinal to come, and the big one didn't, but two smaller ones did - it was amazing - they were dancing in the air for me. And when I came inside there was a text from a friend that I hadn't heard from in ages out of the blue, telling me she missed me terribly, and would the kids and I like to come out for dinner and swim that night. And then I get to work and there's an email from someone else I rarely hear from, saying she'd had a dream about me and she felt compelled to remind me how much she and her family loved me and she needed me to know and believe that. All of these things within a couple of hours. "someone saved my life tonight".....
I don't know if that's haunted, to me "haunted" implies scary, other worldly. These things were beautiful and peaceful and amazing gifts.
Oh honey! No not nuts at all. I remember when you found that. Amazing, beautiful, peaceful gift.I believe. I prayed and prayed for my mom to come to me, to talk to me. I would call her disconnected number and cry that she didn't answer, somewhere in my mind thinking if I just had enough faith, if I believed just enough, I would be rewarded. This all makes me cry. I recently cleaned out a storage shed of things I had stored since she died, and again, I thought if I prayed hard enough, I would find some secret letter she left me, or note or message. In a way, I sort of had a connection -- I talked about it in the documentary thread. It was an odd coincidence.
I am so glad you saw your brother. My mom comes to me in my dreams, and I'm thankful for that.
Sounds nuts, huh?
Sometimes
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Sometimes we have to slow down and pay attention to those signs. And I do believe some things aren't just random. I am so glad these people reached out to you and lifted you up!
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I truly believe that we are in tune to the energy of those who are closest to us. I'm so glad you saw the cardinals, and heard from dear friends. (((((HollyGolightly))))) ♥
It was divine, no doubt. They couldn't have known how desperately I needed to hear those things, but something told them. And the cardinals. Oh, those birds!
In the Fall of 2005 my dog Joe died. It was unexpected in that one Saturday he was healthy and the next weekend I had to put him to sleep. He'd apparently contracted some lethal contagious canine disease. The day I had to put him to sleep is so far the worst day of my life. A day or two later I lay in bed (Joe used to sleep with me) and the pain was enough for me to cry outloud "I want my dog!". I fell asleep but awoke in the middle of the night with Joe laying across my leg. The room was dark and because Joe was a black dog my view of him wasn't very distinct, but it felt like him. I laid still, determined not to do anything which would cause him to go away, until I fell back to sleep. A little while later I woke up again and Joe was gone.
12 years ago my little sister died of cancer. Her son visited me once, we went for dinner and he told me that since his mom's death she's visited him several times. He told me the two of them have had whole conversations. I don't recall if he told me what the talks were about other than that they were good ones.
12 years ago my little sister died of cancer. Her son visited me once, we went for dinner and he told me that since his mom's death she's visited him several times. He told me the two of them have had whole conversations. I don't recall if he told me what the talks were about other than that they were good ones.
Upon returning to the job from vacation a supervisor I had once told us about his trip to a used book store in the little town he visited. The store was an old house which had an upstairs level. He went up, started browsing, noticed someone else moving through an aisle. He stopped and looked at the person whom he immediately recognized as a ghost since the person's outline was indistinct. He hurried back downstairs. He told the proprietor behind the counter, "You know, there's a ghost up there." The proprietor said, "Yes, we know. That's Charlie."
I believe... and I have seen. I guess I have always believed.. but did not witness until I was older. One was 'evil' .. you could feel it. There is no way to prove to anyone what you witness or feel. No one would believe you unless they themselves experience it.