Posted on 10/30/2023 4:06:48 PM PDT by nickcarraway
So you drowned your sorrow in spirits?
Yes. As a kid, I always loved ghost stories and believed in them. But it was my own personal experience when I was 13 years old with the ghost of my grandmother that cemented my belief.
She died in her sleep while taking a nap on the living room couch. Afterwards according to my father and grandfather, every now and then they could hear her make the trip from her bedroom to the kitchen and open the refrigerator door. A trip she made many times when she was alive.
One time, according to Grandfather, he took a nap on the living room couch. When he woke up, he saw Grandma standing there, looking down at him before vanishing into thin air. At first i thought my father and grandfather were making this up with these stories, having fun at my expense.
A couple years after she passed away, my father and i went to spend the weekend with my grandfather. Upin our arrival, Father wanted to show me Grandmother’s bedroom. Grandfather preserved it as is and moved into the other bedroom after grandma died. The bedroom door to grandnas room always stuck, and Father had to shove the bedroom door in order to open it.
That evening, our first night there, father and i slept on the living room couch (it opened into a double bed). The same couch my grandmother died on.
My grandfather left the house to go to a neighbors house to play poker. My father and i went to bed in the living room. My father went right to sleep. I laid awake, reading a magazine.
After a while i heard the noise of grandmas bedroom door being pulled open. I heard the sound of shuffling feet. I heard the creak in the floor directly in front of the bathroom doorway. I heard more shuffling feet. Then i heard the fridge door being pulled open and i heard the sound of glass bottles in the fridge door clinking against each other (back then they were still putting soft drinks in glass bottles). Feeling thirsty, i decide to get out of bed and go join my grandfather in the kitchen for a cold drink. I go into the kitchen only to find myself all alone.
I was puzzled. I could’ve sworn I heard my Grandfather walk from the bedroom into the kitchen and open the fridge. Then i remembered that my grandfather wasnt home. He was over the neighbors house and he hadnt come back yet. Then i remembered my grandfathers and fathers ghost stories. Then i got scared. I raced from the kitchen, into the living room and leaped over my sleeping father into my side of the bed.
Then i went to sleep. I dont know how long i slept before i woke up with a start, a feeling of paralyzing fear in my body. I was frozen. I never experienced this before or since.
I was lying on my right side. It took a while for me to work up the courage to turn my head to the left. My head was covered by my blanket (back then it was my habit to sleep with my blanket covering my head). There was a shadow being cast onto my blanket. The shadow was the outline of a head and shoulders of a woman with a beehive hairdo. My grandmother used to always have a beehive hairdo even years after it went out of style, up until she died. I heard heavy breathing coming from the shadow.
I had to work up the courage to move one of my hands to remove the blanket off of my face. When i did, in an instant the paralyzing fear i felt was gone. The shadow was gone. The sound of heavy breathing was gone.
My father was still sleeping. I pulled the blanket back over my head and went back to sleep. Only to wake up again on my right side, the paralyzing fear was back. Forcing myself to turn my head. The shadow was back. The heavy breathing was back. Again i had to summon up all my courage to move my hand to take my blanket off my face only to find nothing there and the paralyzing fear gone.
I went through this same routine the entire night. I lost count of how many times this happened through the night. Maybe a half dozen, maybe a dozen. Maybe more. But it happened a lot.
The next morning i told my father what happened to me throughout the entire night while he slept. The sounds of the bedroom door opening. The shuffling feet. The creak in the floor. The fridge door opening. Nobody in the kitchen. Being awakened with a paralyzing fear. The shadow. The heavy breathing. The repeat performances throughout the night.
I kind of expected him to tell me that i was just seeing and hearing things. But instead he smiled and exclaimed, “that was grandma!”
In 2013, I lived in the former Ba’ath Party HQ in Baghdad for six months. Lots of people had stories about ghostly encounters there, but I never experienced anything like that.
In 2015, I lived in Vicksburg, MS for a few months. I found out early on that ghost-hunters went there regularly and I heard wild stories about the things people saw, heard or felt. I never experienced anything strange there, either. I even worked practically next door to the battlefield - the source of quite a few of the stories.
what song was it (when was it performed regularly)
Just to let you know there is a form of tinnitus that does just that. Everything you said...voices just inaudible, singing and music. Different from psychosis and not considered a hallucination. Just a special form of tinnitus.
As you suspected, I was not aware of that, but I recently had my hearing disability examined/tested by a licensed Audiologist for the purchase of new hearing aids. Shouldn’t she have diagnosed tinnitus when I was tested?
I’ve been removing nasty ghosts from houses for many years..
And YES, I am real! 😁
It’s ironic that so many Christians don’t believe in ghosts when many of Jesus’s healings were by casting out “Unclean Spirits.”
There are far more ghosts than most realize. Often they attach to people.
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Interesting. Thanks.
I have lived in the same house for a very long time. The house is about 300 years old and one of the first homes built in my town. I have often wondered how many people have lived here and how many have visited. It was a type of “roadhouse” back in the early years so there was much going on here. I think we have had visits from “others” over the years. We are Christians and so we’re super sensitive about the belief and understanding not to play games with these things. I leave Bibles open to different scripture in many rooms and I play a lot of Christian music too. There is a cross on my front porch and a crucifix over my bed. We love the property so when we eventually sell it will be hard to move on. I do wonder sometimes what/who if anyone/anything has been hanging around here over the years.
Prayer in the house gives guidance to those spirits that are lost and drives the evil ones away.
Thank you. Good advice.
I do pray a lot here. Prayer is something I’ve done since I was very young....can’t imagine not doing it.
They must be their names keep showing up at every election very strange thing too they are all democrats.
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