Woohoooo cool....ok
Let me begin by saying this occurred when I was 5 in 1969 in Hayward, Ca. I never saw any horror or heard ghost stories nor have I had any ghost experience. Infact, never knew what a ghost was.
At that time, we lived in a 2 bedroom house with 1 bathroom. I slept in my parents room at that time, with their bed way on the other side of the room and my bed was adjacent to the wall next to the door facing the hallway. My brother had his room.
One night my brother was staying over at a friends house and it had to be midnight. I was awoken by the sound of the front door opening and closing. I figure it was my brother who have come in. However, my brother did not pass the hallway into his bedroom. I said to myself “Didn’t I just heard the door open and close?”. So I tried to go back to sleep, when all of suddenly this female voice shouted out. “Hi Mary (my mother)! how are you? It has been such a long long time I have not spoken to you? How is Carl (my father)?” I thought “Wow she knows my mommy and daddy”. Well I was expecting my mother to answer her back but there was silent. I was curious if my parents were awake or something but no response to her. So out of curiosity I toss the blankets off of my head and propped my head up to see the room. She was still yaking it away but I don’t recall the rest of the conservation. What did I see - NOTHING! No shadow, no person, but her voice sounds like it was coming from out of the wall. I knew that was impossible so I touched and patted the wall and said to myself “that is impossible for a person to be inside the wall”
I then toss the blanket over my head and try to go back to sleep. Then she said “O Mary! you have a daughter? O she is so beautiful Mary. Mary, can I have her?” When she said that I thought how will she get me. For some odd reason I suddenly got this image of me being in a car crash. I was so confused what was happening and why my parents have not responded. Then I suddenly, I saw a vision of me standing in front a gated cementary. I was standing along side of a man in a white robe. The gate then gradually opened and I tugged on his robe. We walked toward a plot that stood out. He told me “You see that is her who is talking”. I told him that cannot be because she is dead and buried. He told me “No that is her spirit. Her spirit cannot never buried but the body”. I told him that she wanted to take me away from my mommy. He told me “No! I WILL NOT let her, you will always be with your mommy.” Then suddenly my mother woke up and shouted “Get the out of here, you lay one hand on my daughter I will come after you!”. This woman said “Ok Mary, I have got to go. Great talking to you and say hi to Carl - Bye”
That morning I was preparing to go to school, I drummed up the courage to ask my mom “who was that lady that was talking last night?”. I guess my mother did not want to scared me said “O it was an Angel”. As I walked to school, I thought Angel don’t talk like that. To me I did not sense evil from her but I did find her to be mentally unstable but not evil. Also what I find it fascinating, is that while she spoke you can hear people walking by and chatting. As if she was in a city.
Ok lets fast forward after 2005, after my father died. Mom already passed away several years earlier. My brother and I were talking after dad died at the table. We got into a conversation about how Dad and Mom are alive and they are with us. For some odd reason, it turned to be talking about the experience above. After telling that story, he gave me this look and he said “Do you know you just gave me goosebumps?”. I said “Why?, Do you know that woman?”. My brother said Yes!. He told me I was not born yet but my family lived in Albany, Ca. They lived downstairs and a woman lived upstairs. As a kid, my brother would ride his bike around the house and street and she would stick her head out the window shouting at him for no reason. I told him that he gave me goosebumps.
So that is my ghost story
My sister says that mommy killed her. Mommy says that I don't have a sister.