Gosh, I really enjoyed this, Sue! I don't seek out ghost stories - particularly real ones - but I found this post utterly enthralling, and I might even check out some other spooky ready this Hallowe'en season. Thank you. Am enlightened! xxx
Hi Sue, Really interesting! My mother worked the midnight shift at a convalescent hospital and left me and my siblings sleeping. We were pretty young. She was a single mom and didn’t have anyone to watch us. She would pray that we would be alright. As a kid I always had respiratory issues. One night I had a really bad cold with a fever. A lady in white came into the room and covered me up. The figure was sort of transparent. The next day I asked my mother if she came into the room and covered me up. She said, “No!”
My grandmother relocated from Oklahoma to help my mother. We moved into a three story victorian. Every now and again while in bed, I would get a feeling that someone was sitting on the edge of the bed. One night at dinner, I told everyone about the experience. Turns out 2 adults and 3 kids all had the same experience.
Whoooaaa! You have a guardian angel too. I wonder who the angel is ... if she's a deceased relative or a former resident of the house who loves children. How nice.
OOOOOPS! Sorry Switter. Then again, remember Graham and his comic antics. Not all ghosts are scary; that is unless they're lost and really pissed off. And watchdogs aren't any good in either case.
Quite interesting, Sue! I have my own true ghost stories. One of my favorites is about Ed Abbey, whom I knew. After he died, a group of admirers held a remembrance to honor him in Moab and of course I went. I camped the night before on the Dead Horse region, but sometime before morning I got hungry and decided to drive into Moab to an all-night cafe. I was down off the plateau and driving toward town when I passed Abbey walking along the side of the road! He was dressed all in white, including his cowboy hat. Sort of shining. I drove past quite close, amazed, thinking his death was a hoax and that he was going to surprise everybody at the funeral. I turned around and drove back and nobody was there. This actually happened. And of course he really was deceased and I attended the remembrance later that day.
Ooooo, WOW! What a great story. It gives me chills and reminds me of the old lady we saw crossing the lawns along 21st South. As corporeal as we were. Also, it reminds me of the hitchhiker stories about ghosts picked up on the roadside only to disappear once they're a mile down the road. Did you tell this story at the funeral? I wonder where he was going and if he still walks along that stretch of highway?
Fun post, Sue. So many great examples of ghosty visits! I, personally, have no belief in manifest spirits, but, as Bruni said, maybe it is only because I have not yet encountered any. I do keep waiting for my beloved mom, who died eight years ago, to stop by and see how I am doing without her, but so far I am still abandoned. She must be busy...
Sometimes a sound in the night or a fuzzy light form can be miscontrued as paranormal, but then, watching Jeff and that mystery man walk behind that tree and only Jeff reappearing really cements it for me.
An old poem appeared today on my FB Memories feed that tells about my family's graves and there's one plot that will remain unused. One line states that none of their spirits lingered to say goodbye. Lots of interpretive levels to that, but I think your take on it is fair. They're just busy. It must be all consuming to learn that you've gone from living to dead in a flash of time.
there is a place out west of Portland in Yamhill County that just feels spooky when I drive through it. I mentioned this to the photographer who often accompany me on reporting expeditions, and he said he’d had the same experience.
There may have been a massacre of natives there at one point, but there was also a quadruple murder back in the 70s. A woman who was the witness in a trial was killed along with her six-year-old twin daughters and a fourth person. I forget what the connection was.
I haven’t been to that area in several years, but I still remember how creepy it
felt.
When I was on a college tour with my younger daughter, we stayed in a very old house in Pennsylvania, and she saw a ghost there. The hosts were totally unsurprised; they knew all about that ghost.
Gosh, I really enjoyed this, Sue! I don't seek out ghost stories - particularly real ones - but I found this post utterly enthralling, and I might even check out some other spooky ready this Hallowe'en season. Thank you. Am enlightened! xxx
Hi Sue, Really interesting! My mother worked the midnight shift at a convalescent hospital and left me and my siblings sleeping. We were pretty young. She was a single mom and didn’t have anyone to watch us. She would pray that we would be alright. As a kid I always had respiratory issues. One night I had a really bad cold with a fever. A lady in white came into the room and covered me up. The figure was sort of transparent. The next day I asked my mother if she came into the room and covered me up. She said, “No!”
My grandmother relocated from Oklahoma to help my mother. We moved into a three story victorian. Every now and again while in bed, I would get a feeling that someone was sitting on the edge of the bed. One night at dinner, I told everyone about the experience. Turns out 2 adults and 3 kids all had the same experience.
Whoooaaa! You have a guardian angel too. I wonder who the angel is ... if she's a deceased relative or a former resident of the house who loves children. How nice.
I may need to go to counseling now. I don’t even want to go to the bathroom by myself, unless my watchdog guards the door.
OOOOOPS! Sorry Switter. Then again, remember Graham and his comic antics. Not all ghosts are scary; that is unless they're lost and really pissed off. And watchdogs aren't any good in either case.
Quite interesting, Sue! I have my own true ghost stories. One of my favorites is about Ed Abbey, whom I knew. After he died, a group of admirers held a remembrance to honor him in Moab and of course I went. I camped the night before on the Dead Horse region, but sometime before morning I got hungry and decided to drive into Moab to an all-night cafe. I was down off the plateau and driving toward town when I passed Abbey walking along the side of the road! He was dressed all in white, including his cowboy hat. Sort of shining. I drove past quite close, amazed, thinking his death was a hoax and that he was going to surprise everybody at the funeral. I turned around and drove back and nobody was there. This actually happened. And of course he really was deceased and I attended the remembrance later that day.
Ooooo, WOW! What a great story. It gives me chills and reminds me of the old lady we saw crossing the lawns along 21st South. As corporeal as we were. Also, it reminds me of the hitchhiker stories about ghosts picked up on the roadside only to disappear once they're a mile down the road. Did you tell this story at the funeral? I wonder where he was going and if he still walks along that stretch of highway?
Fun post, Sue. So many great examples of ghosty visits! I, personally, have no belief in manifest spirits, but, as Bruni said, maybe it is only because I have not yet encountered any. I do keep waiting for my beloved mom, who died eight years ago, to stop by and see how I am doing without her, but so far I am still abandoned. She must be busy...
Sometimes a sound in the night or a fuzzy light form can be miscontrued as paranormal, but then, watching Jeff and that mystery man walk behind that tree and only Jeff reappearing really cements it for me.
An old poem appeared today on my FB Memories feed that tells about my family's graves and there's one plot that will remain unused. One line states that none of their spirits lingered to say goodbye. Lots of interpretive levels to that, but I think your take on it is fair. They're just busy. It must be all consuming to learn that you've gone from living to dead in a flash of time.
there is a place out west of Portland in Yamhill County that just feels spooky when I drive through it. I mentioned this to the photographer who often accompany me on reporting expeditions, and he said he’d had the same experience.
There may have been a massacre of natives there at one point, but there was also a quadruple murder back in the 70s. A woman who was the witness in a trial was killed along with her six-year-old twin daughters and a fourth person. I forget what the connection was.
I haven’t been to that area in several years, but I still remember how creepy it
felt.
When I was on a college tour with my younger daughter, we stayed in a very old house in Pennsylvania, and she saw a ghost there. The hosts were totally unsurprised; they knew all about that ghost.