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Posted on 10/31/2019 11:11:14 AM PDT by bgill
Boo! Post your spooky stories.
My dog visited me a few times after she died. Twice, after working in the garden where she is buried, she followed me back into the house. I heard her drinking at her water bowl and a couple of very audible dog sighs like when she'd lay down.
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I’ve always believed in the afterlife, never needed incidents like this to convince me of it.
For some good ghost stories I came across this website where people in the medical field relate their strange occurrences and encounters with the spiritual realm while working.
Just wait for the part where they decide your sleeping arrangements.
Obie wants to show me something he calls a “prison handshake”. He has his pants down. Somebody WAKE ME UP FROM THIS HORROR!
About eight years ago, our beloved schnauzer/poodle mix dog died of a heart attack in his crate. A few nights later, I woke up during the night and saw him standing at the bedroom door, only he was all white, instead of the grey mix color. I called out his name, and he walked over to the side of the bed. I reached out my hand to pet him, and he vanished.
Sweet story. He loved you a lot.
The tv was on in the background this morning with a show about the ghost psychics, the Warrens. No, I don’t believe those shysters one bit but happened to hear the show talking about the Amityville husband waking up at 3:15 every morning. Our pets have always woken us up right around 3:15 to be let outside. I read years ago that’s the time when plants give off their pollen which tends to wake people so nothing spooky with that. Of course, ymmv depending on which plants in the area.
Like a lot of my immediate family members, I’ve had psychic experiences from an early age-some are not scary, some are...
The best dog I’ve ever had-a female Siberian Husky-died in her sleep more than 3 year ago at the age of 17-my compadre and employer helped me bury her under the big oak tree she liked to sit under while I worked in the garden, near the house. He parks his site trailer near that tree-I’ve seen her sitting there several times, even had her walk toward me, vanishing before she gets there, and I’m used to that.
But one day last Winter my compadre came by when I was on a jobsite to get a set of plans he had stored in his trailer and saw my dog sitting under the tree-he said the hair on the back of his neck stood up and he was just frozen there as she walked toward him and vanished on the way. He still won’t get anything out of that trailer or tow it to a work site if I’m not here to help him with that...
In 2003, I went to work for my best friend who owned a very small engineering and construction firm-On days I was on jobsites, I had the office phone forwarded to my mobile phone so I could answer it, but on the days I was not on-site, I managed his office, which was in a converted small 1940’s era house in a semi-rural area outside the city. The last owner of the house had died there, and we were told he had been temperamental and a hermit who seldom left the area, and was haunting the place.
I was a believer the 1st time I came in at 7:30 AM to open the office, saw a light in XXX’s office-and headed back there to ask him about an invoice-saw a flash of a man in jeans and boots go around the corner and followed, calling my friend’s name-there was no one in his office, but I smelled cigar smoke-my friend did not smoke cigars-and the room was really cold-I got out of there as fast as I could...
Another time when I was at the office on the phone ordering materials for a job, it got cold all of a sudden and all the binders of materials info and engineering manuals kept on two shelves above my desk started falling on the desk and the floor for no reason-that totally freaked me out-when I told my friend, he said he was sure that the “guy” there meant no harm-I said well maybe so, but you didn’t see all those binders and books fall down-nothing like that ever happened again, but there were always little things like moved papers, computer turned on when no one was there, etc-2 years later he moved the office to a site trailer he bought, and I was very happy to work there...
That is interesting-my dog used to wake me up then-my cats get up and play at that time, too. If the pollen is ragweed, then I’m waking up because I’m allergic...
My mom was in hospital after having been rushed there after a collapse. She had COPD from smoking BTW.
She made a promise to me when I was about 14 that after passing she would tap me on the shoulder to say we do exist after death.
As she lay in bed dying slowly like people who have a long smoking habit do (hint hint), I kept expecting that tap on the shoulder.
I had gone to lunch with a friend and had come back to hospital to see her again, as she had been in and out of the drug stupor. I parked the car, and sat there thinking how much I didn’t want to go in. Out of the blue, my mom said clear as a bell TAP TAP, I finally broke down and the tears rolled down like a river.
I went upstairs to be told she was still breathing, and hadn’t passed yet. I knew she had already vacated that shell of a body, not waiting for breathing to cease.
True story. All week long my sister kept telling me that she kept dreaming of 11-11. My mom passed 11-11, at 11:11 pm.
Thanks for the reply and sharing.
One of my cats does something like that a lot. He’ll jerk his head in one direction, stick his neck out, bug out his eyes, and glare at ... nothing. It creeps me out and I have to physically turn his head to make him stop. (Or maybe he’s just gaslighting me for fun.)
“I reached out my hand to pet him, and he vanished.”
That happened to me a couple times back in 2003 after my kitty, Duchess, died. She walked to the side of the bed and put her paws up on the side, as she always did. I reached out; she was gone.
It still happens to my husband whose favorite kitty, Ginger, died in August.
I guess our subconscious tries to slowly help us cope with loss.
It’s a Dogman! (Dogman Encounters Episode 1)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z6wG1RWJJKo
Interview with people who’ve had encounters. Each interview starts with some chit chat about the interviewee’s background and such, then gets into the meat of the encounter.
There were a lot more I could have added to the list, but it’s a start.
Once upon a time there was a nation that cherished individual freedom and knew right from wrong, according to the ultimate Creator of humankind. But then, some humans wanted their whims and vices to be the boss instead of God's law and His virtues. And two centuries of brilliance all went to sh*t in two decades. The end.
“The best dog I’ve ever had-a female Siberian Husky” Yes, same here. She’s the dog I posted about. Best friend ever as well. So very smart, had a sense of humor and expected every two and four legged being to behave properly. Still miss her terribly after many years - screen getting blurry.
In college, I tried to room by myself. Even if someone was assigned to be my dorm mate, they’d end up leaving. Two couldn’t live without their bf back home (one gave up a full ride scholarship and the other cooed like a dove 24/7), another went back to being a high dollar prostitute, one good friend suddenly married a Shaker/Amish/something she’d never mentioned and disappeared. Or it could be they left because of the poltergeist.
Little things would constantly go missing but suddenly turn up right there in plain sight weeks later. I’d find two dollars neatly folded in my pockets which would buy a fried chicken snack box. The door, which could only be opened with a key due to the sturdy bolt lock, would open on its own. We tried every way under the sun to get it open without the key and swing open but it wouldn’t. When it’d happen, we’d rush to see if anyone was in the hall but there never was and it would be impossible to be in the hall without being seen or hear their footsteps so we believed it was the poltergeist.
I moved out of the room one semester, which ticked off the spirit because immediately when I moved back in the following semester, an above the closet storage door crashed down threw me. Yes, I felt the air woosh threw me and jumped out of the way. I jumped after the woosh but before it hit the floor right where I’d been standing. I wasn’t harmed but I KNOW it went threw me. I’d never had any trouble with the storage door before or after.
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