Posted on 10/02/2017 4:39:46 PM PDT by Eagles Field
A few years ago, I started hearing footsteps walking down the hallway at night, I live in an older house ( my deceased Grandparents’ house) so I know how older houses sound when they “settle”. The sounds I heard were definitely footsteps walking on the hardwood floor. Every time I heard the footsteps, I would lie in my bed terrified.
Around the time the footsteps started, my Mother had purchased a huge, old urn to place in the hallway. I didn’t think much of it at the time but I did say , jokingly, that I hoped no one’ sashes had been in the urn.
A few years later, I sold the Urn. A few weeks later, I noticed something very strange: The creepy footsteps had stopped. I haven’t had any more problems.
I know my story sounds far fetched, but it’s the honest truth. To make it even more interesting, I discovered that the lady who purchased the Urn sold it not long after she purchased it from me.
Another incident: My father died when I was eight. He died in his sleep of a heart attack. My mother didn’t want to sleep in that bed alone so my older sister and I slept with her.
Shortly after his death, my mother woke up one night and swore that she saw my dad standing at the foot of the bed watching over us. She told us about it the next day. I was so young that I didn’t know what to think.
Nothing worse. Running and can’t get away in your dreams.
I will say, though, that the “flying dreams” are absolutely epic! They are few, though.
PM coming.
Yes and more.
There is much to existence that “science” cannot or refuses to admit or verify.
As far as ghosts are concerned, I’ve had several experiences and I loathe them. I pray to God and saints every night before going to sleep; one reason is to protect from anything “weird” at night; main reason is to remember and praise God.
Those battlefield parks have a weird energy, that is for sure. I think there is anger for making them attractions like it is an insult or something.
Spooky Ping.
Do you think Angels are Ghosts?
I can tell you I was quiet, respectful and solemn.
I was trying to get a sense of what it was like then. Of course the trees were different, so they gave the place a more park-like appearance and feeling. Looking at some photos they had on display there shows it was fields and pine forest, while in 1984 it had grown full of big old hardwoods, mostly oak and hickory.
I sensed a very deeply sad despair more than anything. As if nobody cared...
oh yes, I agree with SaveFerris. Satan doesn’t want us reading the love letter from God, he wants us to ignore it or only listen to what others have experienced. Who would ever have someone else explain a letter to them from their loved one?
*snort* They are rare, indeed
Luke 16:26
Nope...
I've camped out all around that area, and it does seem to be under some type of dark cloud. Antietam has been an evil place long before the Civil War. Even the Indians, avoided it or so I have read. Lots of canal workers are buried there from the 1830, some died from disease, and others from gang wars between the Irish and German laborers.
A g-g-g-ghost!?
I didn’t know that about the canal workers.
There were also rumors that museums that housed the Titanic traveling exhibit would experience odd activity while the exhibit was there.
Interesting thread.
A few of my experiences:
1) My 16 year old sister died of leukemia when I was in 5th grade. One day, in 6th grade during lunch - I was doing homework in a notebook and had the overwhelming urge to write these words: “Look in my “Portrait of Bobby” album”. I knew it meant Patty’s Bobby Sherman record.
I got home and tore through the record cabinet, my mom was horrified because NO ONE was allowed to touch Patty’s things. But, sure enough, in the jacket were letters she’d written to every one of us.
2) I’ve had dream messages from people recently passed to give messages to loved ones. One was a local man, Tom, who had just committed suicide. He told me to “Tell him to use my checkbook”, but it wasn’t words, it was the image of forcefully putting a checkbook into someone’s hands. I knew he meant the message for Tom Jr who was applying to be a local cop.
I knew the PD Chief so I called him and told him - I really didn’t know what to do. He was surprised, and said “Tom (Jr) doesn’t the have the money for (something he needed to complete for the application or something)”. We told Jr, he used his Dad’s checkbook, and the application proceeded.
3) I owned a house next to West Point. My daughters and I all experienced funny things - shoes turned upside down, keys in the middle of the bathroom floor... one time I was in the basement and felt creeped out and said out loud “You don’t scare me” -and IMMEDIATELY there was a LOUD bang to my right. I took off like a shot.
In the same house we’ve seen the apparition of a young boy - 12 maybe, dressed in a dark blue shirt and black pants, like old fashioned Sunday-go-to-meeting clothes. He always sat on the side of the bed and was there when we woke up.
Another time my dog was barking outside furiously. I went out to look, and there was a round mist about as big as a beach ball, very slowly making its way to the end of the yard, over the wall and then up the hill til it was out of sight.
My daughter swears she’s seen the top half only of British troops marching through the yard.
4) In the town next to West Point I worked in the Town Hall (Town of Highlands). I used to work until 8 or 9 some nights. One night I heard Ricky the cleaning guy walking downstairs then up the first flight of stairs, then the second flight, then down the hallway to my office door. I looked up from my desk to say “Hi” to him - and the doorway was empty. Not another living soul in the building.
I ran out without turning off the lights. I told everyone the next day and they said “Oh yeah” That’s” “....” I can’t remember his name. Chuck or Charles, maybe. Back in the 30’s he was a Constable, and had hung himself in the basement, despondent over something bad that happened that he blamed himself for. And he made his presence known every so often.
Ok, there are more but I’ve used enough space.
:)
Haven’t seen a ghost, but have had one very weird and unsettling experience. A past girlfriend died in car accident when her car plunged into a river in Idaho Falls on Christmas Eve 1975. I was working in Arizona at the time.
I visited her grave the following summer and brought flowers. I said my respects and goodbyes, then headed back to Interstate 15. The moment I turned onto the on-ramp, my car lost all power. The engine was still running, but when I pushed the gas pedal to get up to freeway speed, it wouldn’t go faster than 20 mph.
Now this was a brand new company car with less than 3,000 miles on the clock. I was able to creep to the local GM dealer where they replaced the fuel filter and all was ok after that. In 50 years of driving many different vehicles, I’ve had exactly one plugged fuel filter — that incident in Idaho Falls.
No visions, no weird sensations, no sounds, no chills...just an old girlfriend who didn’t want me to leave her.
Coincidence? Of course. But still...
I think I did decades ago one night when I had a few too many but can’t remember.
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