Posted on 06/09/2002 4:12:34 PM PDT by Hellmouth
Uncle John First of all, I'd like to say that although my family has never been dabbled in any paranormal practices, but we were always taught to have respect for the dead and those on "the other side". When this incident occurred, I was about 10 years old. It was close to midnight, and as usual, I had waited for my parents to go to bed and turned my bedside lamp on and began reading a book. There was motion in my peripheral vision and I looked up rather alarmed and saw my Uncle John standing there. Immediately, I felt calm. I didn't question his being there as it didn't seem strange. He talked to me briefly, telling me that he loved me and to promise to be good. When he ended by saying that he wouldn't be back to see me anymore, I began to cry and ask him why. Right before my eyes, he began to become transparent. Fading slowly, his smiling face began to split, spilling blood onto his plaid shirt. Just as one side of his head seemed to drop to the floor, he disappeared completely. My sense of calm was gone, and I realized what had just happened to me. I jumped from my bed and ran down the stairs to my parents room. About half way down the stairs, the telephone began to ring. I burst into my parents room, out of breath and crying, wanting too tell them what had happened. Instead, when I opened my mouth, I heard my own voice say, "Aunt Mary needs you on the phone!" The conversation was short and to the point. My mother was crying, and Daddy was on the phone, trying to calm Aunt Mary. Later that morning, my mom asked me how did I know Aunt Mary had been on the phone. I told her everything, and she backed away from me as I spoke. Uncle John had been driving down the two lane highway to his farm when his pick up truck was hit by an 18 wheeler. The service was closed casket, his head had been damaged beyond repair. In fact, it had been nearly cleaved in two.
The second incident was in the same apartment, but unrelated...In the bathroom, there was a dark stain in he bathroom carpet that appeared to be blood that was attempted to be cleaned up. One night, while turning the water on, in the tub, I heard a woman's voice saying "I'm alright now". Needless to say, I waited until the next morning to take a shower. A few days later, lights were appearing on, when previously they were turned off. This went on for a few days, intermittently. Then, a week later, while sitting on the living room floor reading the paper(in this small 800 sq. ft. apartment), I noticed it was getting hotter and hotter on the room, radiating from the kitchen. When I stood up and looked over the breakfast bar into the kitchen, three of the four electric burners were on high! I'm not sure why I experienced those things, but I soon left the apartment for more "quiet" quarters. Since then, I have not had any experiences like those two. But, I'll never forget them...and I'll always believe stories that I hear regarding the afterlife.
THANKS FOR YOUR COMMENT, rwfromkansas
Where are your manners? Stop being so stingy and buy extra beer. It's no fun drinking alone....
Seems like everyone who's been on the Queen Mary has a ghost story to tell.
It's an Art Bell type of topic and doesn't he do a Ghost to Ghost or a Ghost to Coast program every so often?
I think I've read all 4,000 or so stories over the years. Not for the faint of heart....
Closure, I think, or perhaps the dream world is a conduit to another reality, just as real in its own way, as the waking hours....
Lots of stories like that. I have a friend, who wishes her recently deceased mother would visit her, but some people are more receptive to the world of the spirits than others.
Indian ghost stories are great. One of the best books on true ghost stories is Charles Turek Robinson's: The New England Ghost Files. Robinson, a Harvard anthropologist travelled the length and breadth of New England collecting stories, and has a lot of them dealing with Native American Spirits. And very scary stuff, indeed...
Ghosts love rocking chairs. Also mirrors. Seeing a spirit in a mirror, and then turning around, and no one being there....
However,
While I was vacationing in Spain two years ago with my family, we stayed in a hotel in Cadiz - one of the oldest cities in Europe. This is the city where Napoleon's fleet set sail from prior to their annihilation at Trafalgar, this city has been sacked numerous times and has seen fighting since the earliest days of history. Cadiz once even held a port for Egyptian sailors.
We had driven to Cadiz from Gibraltar and needed a place to stay. Most of the hotels were already booked and I was worrying that we might have to sleep in the car. Finally, on a side street we found the "Hotel del Sol", a very old little place run by two young men. They happened to have two rooms, and my wife and I split up the children and took the rooms - me sleeping with my youngest child, and my wife with the older one. I was in room 14.
I was tired, so immediately fell asleep. At some point, I heard a loud BANG come from my bed, which woke me up. I thought that I dreamed it, and was now wide awake, when again BANG. This time it woke up my child, and not wanting her to be scared, I said "Go back to sleep, Daddy bumped himself">. I then spent the next five minutes trying to make the bed make this same noise... jumping on it, shaking it, to no avail (silly huh?). Finally, I figured, this is stupid. I'm going back to sleep. As soon as I dozed off, something began shaking my bed very violently. That was it. I could no longer sleep, and was worried about my child. I then went into the bed with her and tried to sleep again. Until the morning light I had to keep getting up to push a chair against the wall to stop it from making noise, a nightstand which was gently rocking, and other odd things. I felt too silly to go into the room with my wife... I didn't even want to tell anyone about it.
It was as if there were a nasty little child in the room that would wait for me to just doze off, and then either make some loud noise or shake the bed to wake me up. It was not much fun.
I spent the next night in another old hotel in Seville, and had a hard time getting to sleep after the previous night. Thankfully, nothing unusual happened at all.
And I don't even really believe in this crap. But it really happened. I don't understand it, this does not abide by the laws of physics.
It took five and a half years to even relate that much in public, for the first time.
And it's not good to dwell upon it, either ... our minds in this flesh should not delve into, because this flesh cannot take it without suffering some terrible effects for it.
Well, without going into all the details, what would you say are the "take home lessons" (summary of what was learned from the experience) are?
Is he still dead?
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