My son was right! Scary!!

I haven't made it through the whole thread, but I find it fascinating and I can relate to several things mentioned on here.

When I was in my early twenties (about 15 years ago) I was working as an intern in the Rocky Mountains, and I met and fell in love with a guy that worked in the nearby town. We were together for about 6 months when my internship ended and I moved across the country for another internship. He was bipolar and when I left he stopped taking his medication. When we talked on the phone, things got weird and we argued and so forth. I didn't understand his illness and I was really hurt by the things he said when he was unbalanced, so I broke up with him.

Finally, the last week in August, after my internship ended, he called me and he was "himself" again. His family had visited him from Mississippi and got him back on his meds. He decided to pursue school and was going to the town where the school was to find a place to live. I was young and selfish and even though he apologized, I told him I wasn't in love with him anymore (I really was). I wanted to "hurt him back". I really was wanting to find a job in the town where he was going to school, and I planned to do that but didn't tell him.

A week later I heard the phone ring . . . and I knew. Someone I had worked with called to tell me that he'd been killed in a freak accident - he was riding his motorcycle back from the town where he'd be going to school and got caught in a thunderstorm and was struck by lightening.

After that, many freaky things happened. When I would drive at night, streetlights would go out over me. Lightbulbs would burst at my workplace. His family had a ceremony to put his ashes in the river where I'd worked . . . and a number of weird coincidences happened, including some stuff with his mom - he had given me his "lucky rock" (a piece of hematite) -- I went to give it to his mom, and she told me that after he died, she went to unpack a suitcase she had packed to go visit him the week before he died, but she didn't take this suitcase. When she unpacked it she found some things in it that she hadn't put in, including a rock just like the one he'd given me. She told me that whereas I was having lights go out, she was finding pennies everywhere she went.

I still get "messages" from him sometimes, it seems like. Maybe they are just coincidences - just a few days ago I was watching the news on TV and surfing the local news website at the same time - saw two separate stories of people being struck by lightening, and a couple other things that reminded me of him within the same day. I don't feel threatened by him, to the contrary, I think he really helped me through my grief at his passing, especially the first year. I don't want to hold him "back", as I've read can happen, so about a year after he died, I did a ceremony to let him go (on the advice of a Native American wisdom keeper). I don't think he's around all the time, just pops by sometimes.

- Melissa
 
Ok, you wanted pics, here are some:

This is from the first trip I made with my mom, my kids, and my neighbor's son. This is the big room that you first walk into:
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This is the staircase. Do you see the orb? It was NOT a windy day, nor were the kids running around. I had instructed everyone to step lightly on the ride up so that we didn't kick up any unnecessary dust:
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This is a hallway on the main floor. That's my younger DD's head, and in the lower right hand of the picture, in front of her, you can see an orb:
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This is a view from the back, standing outside looking up at the building. On a later visit, I photographed a shadowy figure standing in one of the side windows watching us. Freaky!
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I have to go into another user on this computer to see if I can find the pics from my second trip. But I hope this will tide you over in the meantime. If you want to see a ghost in a cemetery, let me know. I HATE that cemetery, it's creepy!!!! I heard soldiers marching, and heard a woman calling a man's name. Eerie...
 
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What is kind of scary about that room, the door by where the knob was looks kicked in.
The hallway that leads to it had what look like blood splatter (now painted over). They guy who helped us paint that area even kind of nervously laughed about it.
Took the knob out caues DS kept locking the door a couple years back
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That looks exactly like an outline of a knife. If there were a crime committed there you could look it up at your local SO or PD. If it were professionally cleaned up they wouldn't have left an outline of a weapon on the floor. If it were taken care of by family or friends they may not have known how to remove the stain. It's probably a friendly entity though, even violent deaths don't mean you have a violent spirit. I have the spirits of my murdered little sisters, 8 and 6 and step-mother 38 around me all of the time.

I see the knife shape too I didn't the first time I looked at it but when I read your post i had another look at the pic and yep sure does look like a blood covered knife had been there.
 
Your kidding me right??? Your thinkin this is ghosts and spirits?????Tighten all the hinges on your sons door anything that looks like it can be tightened tighten it.....Its as simple as a philips head screwdriver....

Chicken china mom-Are you a ghosthunter or something?????? I just don't believe in all that crap.....No offense....
 
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Its not just a matter of the door not being shut and swinging open. If that was the case then I wouldnt worry :p
It is when the door is shut and secured. I can tug on it with my whole weight and it doesnt swing open
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After my sister died the door leading to a small room in the basement would come open on its own.(She used to sleep in the bigger room that connected to that room.)
So I know what you are saying about tugging on a door, this one you just about had to put your full weight behind it to get it to open.
And then it just swings violently open on its own?(This one would swing open so hard it would hit the wall.)
 
I've really enjoyed this thread .I have had a couple odd experiences when much younger, but not sure they were paranormal, or night terrors, or what.

From an early age, I've had an irrational fear of being home alone. I remember once when my brother was supposed to be babysitting me, when I was about 6, I was scared to even be out in the living room by myself. He was in his room with the door shut, and wouldn't let me in. It was a long, stressful evening until my parents got home.

Some time later (or earlier, not sure) I was sleeping under our dining room table. For some reason, my brother and I used to argue who got to sleep there, like it was cool or something. He usually won. Not sure if I just up and decided to do it on my own, or what, but I woke up in the middle of the night, under the table. As I lay there, I heard footsteps coming from the kitchen next door. Slow, quiet, footsteps. I was so scared, I could not move for a long time. Eventually, I got up enough courage and RAN up stairs to my sister's and my bedroom.

Another time, still at a fairly young age, I had to use the bathroom in the middle of the night. So I got up, walked to the hallway, and somehow ended up at the top of the stairs instead of the bathroom doorway (only 3 feet apart at most). I was sitting there, and a HUGE black spider, like the size of a tarantula, came out from under one of the bedroom doors, and slowly walked into the bathroom. I was so scared I was crying, terrified and all alone because everyone else was sleeping.

It's been so long, and I was so young, I could have been sleeping, though it seemed very real at the time. Or maybe my imagination was playing tricks on me? Who knows. I do know I WAS awake for what happened later.

We moved a town over, into a new house. I continued to be terrified of staying home by myself. One evening, sometime in winter, I was home alone, my worst fear. I was probably about 12 or 13, so not really that young. I was watching tv, trying to calm myself down. I kept thinking I heard noises in the basement, and was watching the basement door. I got up and started to pace. All of the sudden, I heard, very clearly, men's heavy shoes on the wooden stairs, coming up to the door. I FREAKED. I ran out the back door, in my socks, no coat, and over to my friend's house. Her mom said my face was as white as a sheet. She sent her son over with me to check things out. My own brother came home at the same time, and they searched around outside, and in, and found.............nothing. I was not asleep. To this day, almost 30 years later, I remember that horrible, breathless fear.

My fear stayed with me for many more years, over many moves. My parents traveled a lot, so I would spend a week or two at a time, by myself, in large, empty houses. It was not fun. Spent a lot of time being very, very scared, and spent more than a night or two UNDER the bed, sleeping.

Fast forward to the last house we lived in together as a family,or at least my parents and I. The largest house yet. I started out with the same irrational fear, then, it gradually just faded away. And now, I live in BFE, by myself, and have never felt safer. Was it just a phobia and I imagined those things? I didn't think that phobias just went away on their own.

Also, my mother died 12 years ago, while we lived in the huge house. My dad remarried, and they still live there, with my stepsister who is 40 (she has issues). A couple months ago, my dad casually mentioned 'the ghost'. I went WHAAAAT?? WHAT ghost? He went on to describe some odd noises, like the sound of someone coming home, opening the garage door,then the kitchen door, and walking across the tile in the kitchen. This was loud, too, so much so that my dad got up and went to have a look. No one. He also describes being awake early in the morning, before his wife wakes up, laying in bed, and getting a very deep feeling of well-being, and he knows it's my mom.

I went back to my old bedroom with a recorder and tried to do some EVP work ,but got nothing. I believe it's her, though.


So many of my friends have had experiences, that I whole heartedly believe it. From men in period clothing walking through 100 year old homes, to a bad ghost harrassing and terrifying my friend and her family, chasing them down the hall, then slamming into the door, to patio furniture being stacking in the pool.

The friend with the bad ghost also had a brief telekinetic period, back in her twenties. She was at home with a friend, and was very mad a her current boyfriend. All of the sudden, the loaf of bread on the counter flipped up into the air, all by itself. Her friend looked at her and asked if my friend did that. My friend replied that she wasn't sure. Freaky.

Anyway, loving all the stories. Thanks for sharing.
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