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Moms View Message Board: General Discussion: Archive August 2004: Ghosts.....
LOL O.k. I'm bored. Unsolved mysteries is one of my favorite t.v. shows. Almost every show has a story related to ghosts/spirits whatever. Just for the fun of it I thought I might ask anyone if they have ever had any strange experiences related to this. Feeling kind of silly to post this but what the heck!
Momaroze...Unsolved Mysteries is my favorite show! Mainly because it happens to be on right when everyone(including Dh has gone to bed)..it is my quiet hour alone..freaking myself out about serial killers and other sick things!!! LOL...
I have experienced something very weird, and it gives me goose bumps to think of it. When I was in college, I was walking up the stairs and there was no one else around. All of a sudden, I started to fall backwards and then I felt a hand push me up. I turned around to see who was there and nobody was there.
I had an experience when I was a little girl , maybe 5 ,6 years old.
I was 14 when my Grandmother died. We were all at the hospital, and her heart had given out for the last time. We were all allowed to go into her room to say goodbye. I stood at the foot of her bed and placed my hands on her feet.
Just thought I would throw in a link to a past thread (2003) where there was an exchange of stories about haunted houses. I really liked these stories.
After I was married, and while DH was on a military tour in Korea, I was living back in Philadelphia near my family. My old friend Denise and I would often get together. Her husband had gone back to school, and was a bartender at night. She had a daughter Amy, (about 3) and her brother Greg (about 14) living with her, and I had my oldest, Bruce (almost 2). Before we were both married, our crowd had been very interested in exploring the occult. This night we decided to have a seance. We used an overturned stemmed wine glass and scrabble letters on a smooth table. We lit a black candle for atmosphere. We also blindfolded ourselves, and had Greg writing down the letters that the glass pointed to. Denise sat on one side of the table, and I sat on the other, both resting our fingers very lightly on the overturned glass's base. We asked all the normal dumb Ouigi Board type questions, and the glass was moving all over the place. We couldn't think of a question for a few minutes, but the glass was moving furiously anyway. Suddenly 3 things happened at once. The doorbell to her apartment rang, we both felt a shock like an electrical current shoot up our fingers from the glass, and Greg screamed. The door bell was her husband, Carl who had forgotten his keys. We looked up at the clock. It was exactly midnight. After we let him in, and settled the kids who had been awakened by Greg's scream, we checked what Greg had written. The last group of letters spelled "HE IS DEAD - HE IS DEAD -- HE IS DEAD...."(I'm getting chills typing this). Greg told us that he screamed because, just as the bell rang, the black candle flared and went out. We thought it was a 14 year old's vivid imagination, although that strange shock, and the words he claimed we'd pointed out bothered us.
Oh Bea you definitely gave me chills!
The figure was identified as female, at least that's what I was told, and she wore what appeared to be a skirt or dress without a waist, and a hemline that ended above the knees. She had been seen in the dining room, and on the stairs. The former owner had reported to friends that she often saw strange things happen in the house. I was also told that this former owner had been born in the West Indies, and seemed to be clairvoyant. It was often uncanny how she would know things about new acquaintances that she could not have guessed. I didn't hear any of this until after I was happily settled into our new, "old" house. Even after hearing the tales, I didn't give it much thought. I have a healthy respect for the supernatural, and anything else that I don't know a lot about, but never felt anything disquieting or abnormal about the house. We nicknamed the supposed ghost, "the Flapper," because of the short hemline, and since the house was built in the Twenty's. My husband was commuting home only on weekends from his job in northern Virginia. The house has three floors, and our teenaged son had the third all to himself, while I and my husband, (when he was home,) slept on the second floor. The house has a turned staircase, with a wide landing three quarters of the way up. On that landing is an alcove which used to be the doorway for the back, or servant's stairway. The recess is now filled with glass shelves holding a collection of antique glassware. It was mid-week and very late, (about 2:00 a.m.). My son had gone up hours before. I turned out the first floor lights, and headed up the steps, which were lit by a night light on the landing. When I stepped on to the landing, a peculiar phenomenon occurred. Every hair on my body stood on end. There was no fright which caused this event, but rather the opposite, as this incident truly unnerved me, and I bolted back down the steps. In seconds, I began to feel like a fool being spooked like that. After getting my courage under control, and with lights blazing, I again ascended the steps. When I tread on to the landing this time, a crystal vase, standing on the top shelf of the alcove about five to six feet away, crashed at my feet. This time I leapt over the shards, bolted into my room, slammed and locked the door. I didn't sleep much that night, nor did I venture from behind that door until daylight. In the morning, while sweeping up the shattered vase, I tried to convince myself that it was a heavy truck passing by which had rattled the old place enough to cause this incident. The logic caught on one fact. If it had been merely bumped or jiggled from the shelf, it would have fallen close to the front of the alcove. What had propelled it across the landing? Six months later my husband and I returned from a trip. We had invited people to a dinner party that week-end. I was setting the table, when I noticed that the stemmed goblet in my hand held a dried residue of wine. "Whoops, I thought, We missed this one." As I reached for another, I noticed that it too was soiled. I removed one stained glass after another from the cabinet. Every red wine goblet contained this residue. It was impossible to believe that we mistakenly put the entire set of crystal glasses away unwashed. Not only that, but this was a service for twelve, and we had not entertained more than six at a time since we'd moved into the house. Who had used those glasses? I imagined a ghostly dinner party. It was unexplainable. Who was The Flapper? Was she a servant? She seems to manifest her presence in areas where a servant would be....next to the call bell on the floor of the dining room, or at the top of the servant's stairway. Was there a reason behind these two strange incidents? That summer my husband's brother, Ron and his business partner, Jim came for a visit I do not use paper napkins for ecological reasons. I use cloth napkins and napkin rings. We use them for several days before they are laundered. On the second morning that they were here, I awoke early and came down to make breakfast. When I went to fill the juice glasses, the napkin ring at Ron's place was empty. I had set the table before I went to bed, and was sure it was at his place. I didn't think much about it then. I thought that maybe he'd come down and had an early cup of coffee. When he came down later I asked him. He said he hadn't moved it. Perplexed, I asked my husband and Jim. They didn't know where it was. By now my husband was totally mystified. Where did it go? After breakfast, he, Ron and Jim went on a mission to find the missing napkin. They checked everywhere, including the trash. It wasn't anywhere. One week after they left, I opened the linen drawer. My pot holders, dishcloths and dish towels are in that drawer, so I open it daily. There, neatly laundered, and folded on top, was the missing napkin. At first I was reluctant to ask people about a possible ghost. I was sure they’d think I was crazy, but too many things had happened that couldn’t be explained. First, I found out that the lady of the house preceding our ownership had claimed to often see a figure in the dining room. This figure, she said was hazy. She could see no features, but appeared to be a female figure in a short dress with no waistline, similar to the clothing worn in the 1920. So she referred to this apparition as “The Flapper”. Other owners had claimed similar sightings and strange happenings in the house. Lately our ghostly housemate refuses to allow me to hide Gwen's toys. Our cat has this crazy behavior. When she want's our attention, she finds one of the toys she has scattered in various places around the house. She then brings it to us, HOWLING at the top of her lungs. It can be bad in the middle of the night, as she deposits toy after toy at my closed bedroom door. We’ve gotten used to it, and sleep through her howling, but when we have company, I’ve started gathering up all her toys and locking them in the drop-front desk in my room. I did this when my Dad was here last, but that night she was howling again. I thought that I’d missed a toy. The next day, I took it from in front of my bedroom door, and added it to the stash in my desk. The next night, she was howling again. When I opened my door in the morning, the same crocheted ball, that I’d put in the desk the day before was lying there. I closely questioned both Karl and my Dad, and they both swore that they hadn’t even known that I’d put her toys away. Now, it’s not beyond the realm of possibility, that she could have smelled her toys behind the closed desk front. (Several have catnip in them). She possibly could have scratched at it, until it dropped open, and she could grab a toy, but there is NO WAY she could close that desk again. Can you think of an explanation? Nothing too much out of the ordinary has happened to me in the house since that time. I sometimes hear, what I think are footsteps, upstairs, when I am on the second floor. My son has moved to his own place now, and we use that space for our office. I go up and check. There is never anyone there. On the third floor my son often claimed that things seemed to vanish into thin air. I would like to put it down to a teenager's carelessness, but after my experience, I'm not sure I can. Maybe it was just a warning, just a way to let us know that we were sharing this house. I'm not sure. I only know that I never pause on the landing now, especially after dark. Our cat, Gwen shares the feline enjoyment of sprawling on a sunlit carpet. Although the landing is banked with windows, and the carpet is splashed with sunbeams throughout the day, you would never stumble over a napping kitty while passing the landing, until the cat toy incident. She always avoided that space. Now I find her there almost daily. It seems she's found a friend.
When I was in my late teens, the crowd that I hung around with was very interested in the occult. We often went to a coffee house called the Artist Hut. There, my friend Tina and I met a young man who was studying comparative religions at the Philadelphia School of Bible Studies. The course he was taking covered magic and spells. As he told us about what he was learning, we were very skeptical. He offered us a bet. If we were willing to try a spell or incantation for one full week, and could swear to him that nothing came of it, he would give each of us $10.00. If something did happen, we owed him $10.00. This sounded like fun, and a sure $10.00, so we agreed. We were to be able to look into a mirror from our bed. The mirror was to be clean and spotless, except for a drawn 5 spoked wheel and a thistle. While relaxing in our beds, right before we went to sleep, we were to stare into the mirror, reciting the words RIGHT, BRIGHT, TRUE AND GOOD for 5 minutes, concentrating on the meanings of those words. "Just do that for seven nights. At the end of the designated time. I gave him $10.00, and he gave Tina $10.00. Tina later gave it back along with her $10.00. Do you want to know what happened?
I just have to admit that i won't read any more of Bea's stories! NO OFFENSE BEA. Last year when we had this discussion, i read all of her ghost stories and couldn't sleep for nights. Every sound i heard made me jump, but i didn't want to look for fear of seeing a ghost! (GOOFY, I know)
I don't know if this is a ghost story or an overactive imagination;)
Wow Bea!!
I love your stories Bea, I read them last year too. I've never had any experiences like these but I am very open-minded about ghosts. My oldest brother has seen and heard ghosts before but never me. He's convinced that his current house is haunted. I often wonder why I haven't, being so open-minded, but actually I would probably freak out! Keep the stories coming!
If I have any more encounters, I'll write them down and share.
Bea, I won't be able to sleep tonight and it is ALL your fault! I know I will worry about my bed moving or that I will hear strange sounds. It doesn't help that my dh works nights so I will be home by myself. You can be sure that I won't check this thread again.
Marg:
I think I believe in ghosts. I used to be afraid of them but I think now if I saw one I would not be. We were supposed to be staying at this hotel in ft. lauderdale this november but found out the room was going to be too small for all of us so we now are going to a new place. But before the change, I was looking up reviews of this place and found a website from someone that worked there for 2 years and he said it was haunted. It was the Hollywood Beach hotel. He said ghosts have been seen on the 7th floor. I was looking forward to staying there but not my husband!
Wow I forgot I posted this!
I agree Lynn. I honestly think that it is my Grandfather (My dad's dad) I wish that there was someway for me to find out. I know that I have someone watching over me.
Back in my wayward youth when our crowd was using the Ouija Board..... We had a friend by the name of Rosie who was psychic. If you called her, she’d pick up the phone before it rang. Not only that, which was unnerving enough, but she would say things like, “Hi Bea. Yes. I’ll be going tonight, and wearing the blue dress.” before you got a chance to open your mouth. I didn’t call Rosie often.
When I was a teenager we had a special place near Philadelphia where kids liked to go to park after dates. It was the Pitcairn Estate in Bryn Athyn, Pennsylvania. In the daylight hours this area is absolutely beautiful with an imposing cathedral cresting a hill near the center of the acreage. Bridal parties often go there for pictures. At night though, some of the winding lanes of the wooded estate, were eerily frightening. There was a small bridge over a stream on one of those twisting routes that seemed to be especially haunted. The story was told that several years before, a young woman, making a poor choice in boyfriends, agreed to go parking at Pitcairn with the wrong guy. He supposedly raped and slit her throat there on the bridge, smearing a cross with her blood at the scene of the murder. It was said that, although the police and estate workers had tried to wash away the stain, it continued to mark her place of her murder. There were also tales of a the usual, “woman in white”, believed to haunt the area.
I think my place of work has ghosts, one time I was washing a spot on the floor, and out of the corner of my eye, I seen a child running by. Of course I sat up a bit nothing thier. I am also always down on the bottom floor of the building and I can hear foot steps up stairs, I go up thier thinking I left the door open upstairs, and their is no one around, that has happened several times. One of the rental clients came in and said their were lots of spirits around , nice ones she said, she said she got a good feeling from the building. I have went up stairs a couple of times a day thinking someone is up their, and I get tired of climbing stairs, so I just say out loud, ok you guys stop it, I am getting tired!! and it stops. I have done 1 night shift, latley and I did not even think about it, ( thank goodness).
Momaroze.....I do Reiki(a kind of spiritual healing). I get into a kind of meditative state(just very relaxed and aware)....then I do a walk of the house and try to see where I feel stuff going on....then if I can I try to get in contact or a least let the spirit know who I am and why I am here...then I light incense or sage and go through from top to bottom and fill each room with the smoke.....I pray for the spirit and ask for someone(a relative or Jesus or whoever I feel the spirit needs) to come and bring the spirit to the light....
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