For ZsuZsanna: Ghost Stories!

For ZsuZsanna: Ghost Stories!



Tell us your Ghost Stories.
Mine is long so I will have to wait till I have time to write it all out.

Oh wow! I have been wanting to start a thread on this for awhile now so thank you for making one. I have told my experiences to several ppl irl and most just blow em off as having a 'logical explanation' Well what me and my family have seen cannot be passed off as having any logical explanation.

This really won't be a short post and I apologize if that will bother anyone. Unfortunately this isn't something that can be put into a couple sentences. I urge you to read it and make your own decision...just remember...you cannot judge on something if you havent actually been through something like this.

It all started the summer of my 14th year. I grew up in a house in the middle of nowhere pretty much, in the country and I had always had an odd feeling when in my bedroom. My room was always the coldest room in the house...no matter what time of year. We didn't have central air at that time and just a small air conditioner in the living room. I was in my bedroom and went to open the closet to get something. Upon opening my closet door I felt an arctic cold...force of some kind move through my body, my bones literally felt frozen. I remember standing there and feeling very strange...it was very hard to describe. A few days after that i went into my room and noticed that all the stuffed animals on my dresser were turned around facing the wall, which was more than odd. I turned them back around and it happened several more times, never when I was in the room though. Eventually I left them where they were. One day I woke up and there was a large crack in my mirror...that freaked me out pretty bad because there was no way anyone had done it in my family. More cracks showed up in the following weeks.

Things in my room would disappear such as jewelry, clothing and items that were in a specific area would be moved or hidden and I would find them in odd places. I was afraid to tell my parents any of the things that were happening because i didn't want to be put in some mental ward somewhere. I didn't know what to do. Then I started having horrid nightmares to where I couldn't even sleep. One night I was sitting in my bed and I saw a body hanging from my bedroom door frame. I had nightmares there were dead people under my bed. I have always been into horror movies and never had nightmares before to this extent. It was wearing me down. One day I woke up and started watching tv and heard some commotion in the kitchen, i wondered what the hell my parents were doing in there so I went into the kitchen and there was a note on the table from my parents saying they had went to the store...no one was home. I had a dog who was acting very strange...like he was seeing things we weren't and sometimes would just run off and hide under a bed for no reason.

Then one day I had walked down to a friends house and was coming back home. it was a pretty long walk and we lived on a straight road. While walking back home I heard footsteps behind me...I looked back and no one was there...the footsteps continued and all of a sudden this shiny black car came down the street. The car drove past me in some sort of slow motion...it's hard to describe really. I remember looking at the car and...no one was driving. I immediately looked forward and started to run home. My curiousity got the better of me and I looked back and the car was gone...there was no where for it to have gone logically. After the car incident...everything stopped...it's as if something took the spirit away that was in the house. For the time being anyways.

Several years later I told my parents what I had experienced and my mom told me that she had experienced some things as well. She didn't tell anyone for the same reason I didn't. We are taught that there is an explanation for things like this and that ghosts arent real...well I know they are. She told me she thought the ghost was a little boy...I had felt the same way. That he was just playing and not wanting to cause any harm like poltergeists and the like. To this day the ghost is still at her house. The ghost seems to like to play with the laundry...she will have laundry in the dryer...go in to put the clothes away and the dryer door is wide open and the clothes are all over the floor. She has even taped the dryer door shut to no avail. It has hidden her car keys, jewelry, clothes..etc. One time she found her keys in the bottom of a candy dish.

A few years before my dad passed away from cancer he had went up into the attic because my mom always heard noises up there. What he found was garbage bags and boxes that had been torn open and the contents thrown all over. There were no traces of any animals in the attic. These boxes and bags held my old toys from when I was younger.

When I moved out of my parents house, it seemed to follow me. I had cold spots all over my apartment. Things would end up missing again. I missed work one day because I could not find my car keys. I found them later in the evening in the refrigerator. I was on the phone one night and heard a loud noise in the bathroom...I went in the bathroom and everything that had been on my sink was now 15 feet away in the bathtub. It was like a little kid was trying to get attention. I have moved since then and it seems the ghost has went back to my mom's house. She still to this day experiences things that are more than out of the ordinary. She has never been hurt or bothered by this spirit and she usually just laughs it off as the little boy ghost is playing again. She has tried telling him to stop, and he does for awhile...but he doesn't ever really go away for long.

It doesn't seem to be around me anymore (I don't think it liked my ex bf...but then again I can't blame it) I would like to get some history on my moms house and what was there before if anything. I remember being little and digging in the back yard and finding all sorts of Indian artifacts, arrowheads, parts of pottery, pieces of leather. Just makes me wonder.

Sorry this post is so long, I hope at least a few people took the time to read it as it has become an interesting part of my life and it proves to me that sometimes you don't move on to the next realm as you should. I only hope when my time comes, no matter how...that I will not be stuck here and can find peace and not be a tortured soul wandering around aimlessly playing in laundry and hiding keys in refrigerators.

I originally posted this in Lash's thread, but quoted it here for continuity.

It sounds like you were experiencing a phenomenon sometimes called Poltergeist.

I've had experiences with a Doppelganger. That's very disconcerting to turn around and catch a glimpse of someone that looks like yourself. And when I say looks like myself I'm saying the other person is dressed exactly as myself. One such experience I was shopping in the mall here and walked by Bath and Body works just as I completed the pass I glanced in and saw someone that looked like myself, I did a double take and backed up. But who I thought I saw wasn't there, I thought "ok not enough caffeine", then my cell rings and it's my best friend that lives 3 hours away calling me to ask me why I didn't stop when she called my name and wanted to know which store I was in...She was in the Galleria in Dallas and thought I was there. What I failed to mention was I asked her to describe the clothes, since she didn't believe me when I said I was still in our home town....she described my clothes down to the purse that I normally don't carry.

You are more then welcome. I am in to this kind to thing. So I will love it.

To short would be missing what we want to know. Long is good.

Well Animals do see things we can not. This is very interesting. I would love to know more about this story. If the home/land is hunted why did it not start till you were 14? It’s not that I don’t believe you, I do. Just that it is strange to start at your age of 14……..Unless that was when it first started to deal with you. Maybe it was 14ish and before thought you were just a silly little girl (?) and then after you were 14 thought of you as a person to play with.

OK now I want to know why it all stopped. I want to know more. This is really intresting.

First people should not think they are nuts for having things like this happen. People should not think people are nuts for this. Maybe we can find out more if people get out there and look and see. Telling people.
You are right it does sound like a child’s mind.

It sound like the “Child” is board. Try and do something with him. Set up a few items as hide items. They will be hidden and you will find. When you find it you place it on something. This will make “him” feel like you are playing with him. More things can be done if you stop and think about it. Maybe wetting up a corner of the Addict as his place and put toys up there. You could even but presents for him on holidays and put the new toys up there. This will come the problem stuff.


Most likely it would not be a Native American child from what you have said. It could be a White child that was maybe killed by Native Americans.

This was not to long. I would say it was to short. I want to know more. Thanks for searing.

Very interesting. Do tell more.

I will try and keep this short as I can. All things are true as I know them to be.

Fist: When I was first born my parents took me over to my Mothers Uncles place. They all got hungry some my Father and Uncle went to get some Dogs (Chicago, you know us and our Dogs). My mother was left there by her self, and with me. My Uncle was in to the Occult (he is now Roman Catholic and not tell me any thing). My mother started feeling people touching her and seen my hair move like some one was brushing it with there hand. My mother said she felt smoothing evil that wanted me. My Uncle walked in and said something (my Ps don’t know what it was let alone Language). It stopped and my Uncle looked at my mother and told her to take me and go, that they wanted me and I must leave now he didn’t know how long he could hold them.

Second: I was about 4 and I started to have nightmares. I even drew on my door in my sleep this “demon” like entity. At about 7 it all stopped but went I was asked I told my Ps my friend took them away. There is a Man that would follow me were ever I went. No one can see him but me. My B/F when I was 17 seen him also once. He would chat with me and keep me safe.

Third: I was 18 and at a party. I went down stares and was going to rack (we were going to play pool). I seen my friend was there and he told me to leave. We argued and next thing I know I was on the floor across the room behind boxes. My friends then came down and asked how I got over there. We moved the box to get my out and I left. The party was boosted for under age drinking and drugs.

Forth: I was 20 and had a bottle of JD in my Room, a full fifth un opened. It was about a week from my 21st B-day and I was out side just meditating (Summer Bday) and my Friend walked up. We talked for what was like 2 hr. He left and came back with the JD. He took a drink and filled a flask. He asked if I wanted any and I said no. The next morning the JD was 1/4 empty and was still sealed. I have never seen him again.

Sometimes, I think it takes until adolescence before some people see anything or experience anything. Some of us have our doors ripped opened a hell of a lot earlier *grin*

Preface:

Since I was a child, I was always the sort of person who could communicate with those who had difficulty communicating with other humans. This runs the gambit from an elderly deaf friend, the only autistic child in our school, and various animals all of whom, given five people to approach in a group would approach me. I believe that it is intuition, I watch things closely and I listen. Being part NA - everyone in my family and at my school said that I just had a way with animals because of that. (To this day, people at work bring me all their strays, sick birds, sick fish, sick lizzards and they call me animal lady at work).

Perhaps this intuition extends to an ability to sense energies because I've had a couple of interesting incidents. The most emotional was the one with my mother. I should preface this by saying that she absolutely HATED my ex husband and he HATED her. All this dislike was established long before he and I married.

About three months after she died, I was really struggling both with raising my two brothers and with my ex.

My ex went on an overnight business trip and my brothers were spending the night at a friends house so I was all alone and around 11 PM I turned off all the lights and went to bed. I always brought our cat in for the night and he always slept on the bed with me.

At 5:30 AM the next morning, I woke up because the cat was going ape shit and pouncing on me. All the lights in the house were on - every damn light. I looked up at the door way and my mother walked into the room. She was wearing a little pink jogging suit she loved (not what she was buried in) and she sat down on the bed. I FELT the bed dip as she sat down.

She put her arms around me and apologized for leaving me and my brothers and for how difficult it was. She told me that she was waiting to go somewhere and that there was someplace to go but that it was not like anything that she could describe or had ever seen described when she was here. I put my arms around her and she hugged me and vanished.

All the lights were still on and I had to get up and turn them all off. If it was a psychological abborition, well then it was a damn powerful one. I never discount a scientific explaination for something, but I feel somewhere deep in my soul that it was not a hallucination.

Also interesting... many years after she died and my ex and I were talking, he was at his parents the night she died and at the moment she died he happened to be walking around the pool with a net cleaning the leaves out. He said a big wind blew through the yard and knocked him into the pool! He never connected the two until he learned what time she died. LOL - if there is a way to manipulate energy after you die, then my mom would have used hers to do exactly that! She was a pistol.

She never visited me again but two years ago my Dad (now remarried) came to visit and we were talking about her plants and she had this one plant I absolutely loved - a night blooming series. She used to cut the flower and hang it from our chandaleir at night and it would open up and fill the entire house with this beautiful scent. He told me that for some weird reason he had moved that damn plant with him (6 moves over 4 states) and that he still had it. The next time he visited he brought it with him and gave it to me as a gift. It never, ever had bloomed for him.

One week after he brought it to me, a small bloom formed on one of the leaves. Three weeks later, on the exact July evening that she died, the bloom opened into a flower. I have had it for three years now and it has not bloomed since.

This even freaked out my current husband, Mr. MIT, who just dosen't believe in anything supernatural. Even he had to admit the "coincidence was strange". Then again, he has seen a few incidents where animals have chosen me to communicate with and has actually changed his opinion about animals not being sentinent, so who knows.

Sorry this is so long - those of you that were not certain I was certifiable before this post can now rest assured, I am.

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Wow, Rose! That actually made me really happy. Thanks for sharing!

PS. Er, not because your mother died (sorry) but because it was apparent she was still there, in different ways, and she loved you.

Rose Karuna that was very touching. That reminded me of the story of my Grandmother that I had forgoten. Here it is.

When I was a freshmen in HS my Grandmother died of Cancer. He last 6 months she only talked once. Her nurse was with her at the time. My Grandmother’s Mother had just passed away. My Ps went up to Washburn for the faunal. My Grandmother’s Father died when she was a child. No one talked about the death of her mother in the house. No one ever talked about it in coed. We didn’t want her to know. My Grandmother was a big time Cubs fan. So the Nurse had the game on for her (Last game of the year). For no reason the TV shut off. The Nurse tried to turn it back on with the remote but it didn’t work. She got up to turn it on. My Grandmother looked at her and said, “Don’t turn it on my Mother and Father are here”. The Nurse asked were she pointed by the TV and said, “They are here to take me with them.” You never know. My Grandmother had Brain Cancer at that time. She started with Small Cell cancer in the Lungs and it moved to her Brain. Could it have been the cancer making her see things or something? Who knows. About 10 min later the TV came back on. The Remote started to work again. Who knows maybe they were there.

After my experience(s) with my mother and others that I have been with before they died, I tend to think something [someone] was there.

Also, before my mom fell into a permanent coma, she would wake up and tell me about what she was doing in her dreams. Things like running across plains with her ancestors and chasing antelope (she was not Native Canadian that I know of - BTW, but who knows with French Canada). She always swore that it was more than just a dream, that she could smell the grass and smoke and the animals. I attributed this vividness to moriphine at the time but in retrospect, I'm not sure.

One night, I had a real sudden bout of flu or food poisoning and was very sick, my bedroom was all the way on the other side of the house from where we had my moms bed (which was in the living room in front of the big window). Anyhow, I had a really bad fever and I was afraid of exposing her or waking her.

As soon as I laid down I heard her call "Rose", "Rose"...

So I straighten myself out and go in to make sure she is OK and she says to me "your sick and you have a fever, take an asprin and some of the medicine they gave me for nausea". I say "No, I'm not, I'm fine.", she says.... "Bullshit. I was walking down the hall and I could *see* you laying across the bed shivering with water pouring off your forehead". And then she demands to feel my forehead, which I would not let her do because her immune system was compromised and I did not want her to get some kind of bug.

The point of the story is that it was impossible for her to have seen or heard me. She was completely bed ridden and could not move at all. But she knew, and she'd described exactly how I was laying on the bed. She did that to my brothers too with other odd things where she just knew what she could not possibly know.

I think that truthfully, some part of her was already leaving her body temporarily, even before she died.

WOW very..............Strange. But cool.

Any one else have a story to tell?