Questions

em · Posted: Jun Tue 19, 2007 5:49 am Post subject: Questions

Hey all,
I was wondering if anyone had any stories/experiences they would share i am a ghost story fanatic so i would really like to hear some good ones.....

Hey Aedryan,

i want to know how you got hook on ghosts?? i have read that it started when you where 12 and that you used to live in a old farmhouse, but what i wanna know is have you experianced anything that really pushed you in this direction?? and if you have a story/experiance would you share it with me please.....i know i am a curious little Aussie an't I Very Happy

ghostlymom · Infatuation With Ghosts Joined: 31 Mar 2006 Posts: 56

I have many experiences and could go on for hours as I live in a haunted home. Some of them that I thought were of some significance I posted here on the forum somewhere. I will tell you my latest tale. We have a dog that loves showers. So we had to put a latch on the inside of our bathroom door. If you forget to latch it you might be enjoying your bath with a 200lb bloodhound. He is not very nice bathtime company. So a couple days ago Im in the shower and I hear my dog scratching the door to try and get in with me, a few minutes later he starts barking at the door. ( He is very persistant) all of a sudden he quits barking and scratching so I figure ahhhh he finally is giving up. Well about that time I hear the door open and in comes the dog. I guess someone thought it would be fine for him to have a bath. I was home alone and as I stated I locked the door from the inside so the only way it could of gotten unlocked was from me. Also I know I latched it because earlier he was trying his damnest to get in and couldn't.
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em · Posted: Jun Tue 19, 2007 5:45 pm Post subject:

Hey, ghostlymom

Thanks very much for sharing with me, i would love to hear more of your experiences and anybody else thats wants to share........

Thanks again

Em
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fyrgirl1 · Posted: Jun Wed 20, 2007 8:10 pm Post subject:

As much as I consider myself a newbie to paranormal study, the fact is while I never realized I was doing it, I was always searching for answers about those things I didn’t understand. I took a look at my bookshelves just last night and found several books I’ve collected over the last 20 years. I know I’ve never missed a television report on 20/20 or 60 Minutes that purported to be investigating something paranormal, and the only television shows I watch have to do with ghost hunting (well, okay, and “Heroes,” which I’m totally hooked on!). While I certainly don't speak a lot of the language yet (or any of the techno-gab), I think it’s clear that my senses have been keen in this direction all my life…even when I wasn’t particularly aware that I was pursuing it.

As I sit and examine my hindsight, I actually come up with a small handful of personal experiences:

1) My great-grandmother was my first best friend. I spent the night with her as often as possible and loved to sit for hours listening to her tell stories and show me photographs of long-passed relatives that she said she'd seen or talked to just that day as if it were the most natural thing to do. She didn’t scare me with these stories either - it was as if she meant for me to understand that some family members stick around to make sure we're doing alright without them, or they're just not quite ready to go on to the next place yet and want to enjoy our company a little longer.

2) Then there was my Great-aunt’s house. The dread feelings I always felt when in the vicinity of her upstairs guest room. She had a lovely 2-story home in southeastern Virginia, surrounded by magnolia trees that smelled like perfume. I loved going to see her and sitting on the tall stools at her kitchen counter – she was cooking something yummy and I thought she was a really neat lady. The upstairs guest room, which had a walk-out balcony, had the creepiest, dark feeling about it though. I never saw or heard anything out of the ordinary, but I always felt like something bad was in there…like something not nice was watching me, and I avoided that room like the plague…up to and including the last time I was there – around the summer of ‘91, after my first son was born. My new little son was one of the happiest babies you could imagine, yet he cried non-stop when I took him upstairs to my aunt’s bedroom (across the hall from the guest room) for a diaper change. As soon as we went back downstairs, he was fine again…odd.

3) Already noted elsewhere in my first couple of postings: In the summer of 1975 or 76, I awakened one night, sat bolt-upright in bed and looked into to my sister’s room across the hall. In her room was a cedar closet that belonged to our great-grandmother. I saw her standing there, looking into the closet as if she were looking for something. I called her name – she turned as if she were going to face me and quickly vanished…sorta like bathroom steam dissipates when you open the door and let in the cool air. I was only 12 or 13 then, but I remember it vividly. My father told me I was just dreaming, and I guess I wanted to believe him, so that was that.

4) A couple of years later, I was lying in bed ready to fall asleep one night when I felt what I thought was someone whispering hard into my ear. The window was closed, so there was no breeze, I had no pets in the room at the time, and my bedroom door was shut...to this day I cannot explain that one.

5) When I was about 18 or 19 (1980/81), I went on a tour of the historic homes of Fredericksburg, VA,. While in Kenmore house (George Washington’s sister Betty’s house with and her husband, Fielding Lewis), I kept getting the feeling that someone very large was standing too close to me. I turned around several times expecting to see some big, creepy tourist in a Hawaiian shirt, black socks and sandals looming overhead, but there was never anyone near me. Now…flash forward to 1991 when “The Ghosts of Fredericksburg,” a book by L. B. Taylor, Jr. comes into print. I lived in nearby Stafford and saw an article about the book in the local newspaper, so I picked up a copy and found Kenmore listed inside! During our tour no one ever told us the house was supposed to be haunted, but I remembered those eerie feelings there that afternoon. Maybe Fielding Lewis was wondering why these pesky tourists were in his home disturbing his work, but I had no idea what those feelings were all about until several years later.

I’m in my 40’s now, and I want to understand these things…what they are, why they are, and how they are. However…I have no interest whatsoever in evil or demonic activity. I believe it exists and I don’t care to dabble in things of that nature. Frankly it scares the complete crap out of me and I have no problem admitting as much. Smile

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em · Posted: Jun Wed 20, 2007 10:09 pm Post subject:

Hi Karen,

wow thanks for sharing some of the spooky stuff you have gone though.....i have never had the chance to experiance seeing anything, and i guess that if ghosts are real then i am jelious that i never have, the best i can do is my story about my cousin,

When i was about 13 my parents told my sister and I that my mum was apdopted and that my grandparents are not really my grandparents, long story short my sis and i found out we had 4 uncles (mums brothers) all with familys of there own, i was absolutly blown away and so excited to meet all of them as my parents where taking us to Western Aus to meet them all. When we arrived my Mum's eldest brother was the one we where staying with, now he had 2 children both older then my sis and I, the eldest of them was my cousin DJ and then my cousin Becky.....Dj and I instantly had that connection he took on the role of my brother more then my cousin, we where only there for about 2 weeks in total and the whole time i was sick with an ear infection (now W.A is one of the most hottest places in AUS) so that ment for me no swimming, i wasn't even allowed to get my hair wet, i was on strong medication that made me throw up everywhere but no matter how sick i was it was DJ that was looking after me while my mum was getting to know her family again, when we left i was very sad to say good bye but most of all to DJ...a few years later we got a call from DJ saying that he was driving over from WA to spend sometime over in NSW and that he would be arriving in the next couple of weeks, well about 1 week later he called to say he had to go back to WA(not sure on the reason).......we hadn't heard much after that from my mums eldest brother(now normaly they would call about once a month to catch up). One night i was chillin at home by myself it would have been around 11:30pm when the phone rang...it was my Aunty lookin for my mum, i explained that mum and dad where out but i would let them know they called and i will get them to call her back tomorrow night.....i asked to speak to DJ but my aunty said he was out, so i asked to speak to my other cousin Becky.....as i was speaking to her i had this feeling come over me like i title wave...i felt so sad, and again i asked about DJ, she said that he was out and left it at that(which was strange coz they had a very close relationship and she always new what was going on with him) So i waited untill my parnets came home and i said to my mum she was to call back my aunty tomorrow night, she never call the next night so when i got home from school there was a message from my aunty to call her......thats when it hit me again i feeling i couldn't controll as i finished listening to the message my mum walked in the house she took one look at me and i bursted to tears, she was askin me what was wrong and all i could say was that there was something wrong with DJ i could feel it, and that she had to call my aunty right now and i handed her the phone, so to stop me from been hystical she called my Aunty (i suppose she thought if she found out what they wanted it was easy my mind about anything beening wrong with DJ) she was WRONG........my mum was talking to my aunty and looking at me, she said OK and then hung up she walked over to me and held me and the told me that, My cousin had comitted suicide by hanging him self...even to this day i miss him so much and can not understand how i knew that there was somethin wrong with him, the reason for the suicide was never really made clear to me so still to this day i wonder why someone who had so much going for him could leave in such a horrible way. Crying or Very sad

i still feel sometimes he is around me waching over me, i don't have proof as like i said nothing has ever apeared nothing strange or unusual has happened to me but i like to think that he is here with me and again i guess this is just the way i deal with the loss of loved one....

R.I.P DJ

fyrgirl1 · Posted: Jun Thu 21, 2007 9:43 am Post subject:

Em, I'm so sorry for your loss. Suicides happen when people reach such a depth of sadness and/or desperation that they can't see any other options, no matter how many people near them love them and want to help them. Sometimes the problems are real and sometimes they're imagined, but to the person feeling suffocated by them, they're insurmountable.

I think the thing for you to hold onto is the fact that, no matter how desperate he was feeling about all the other things in his life, your cousin was obviously hoping to see you before he left this world. You probably represented something very kind and pleasant and happy to him, and he wanted to reach out to that during a dark time in his life. Hopefully, he's now found the peace that eluded him here in life.
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em · Posted: Jun Thu 21, 2007 5:33 pm Post subject:

Hi Karen,

Thanks very much for your kind words, i still have trouble dealing with his loss ,when ever i think of him i always wonder what would have happened if he had just made it to NSW to see us,i would have loved to just have spent more time with him but as you said it might not have made any difference.

Thanks again...... Smile