Throw Back Friday
When my oldest child was about 2/3-years-old, I tucked her in bed for the night. I walked back into my room to lay down, and a few minutes later, I felt a strong urge or push to run back into her room. I do not know why, or what made me alarmed, but I hauled ass back into her room. The room felt heavy to me. I picked her up and took her back to my room and laid her in my bed. I stood in my room for a minute and I recall thinking,
What was that (in her room)?
Almost immediately I grabbed my Bible. I have never been afraid of dark angels, not even as a younger woman. I walked into her room armed, and prayed. I told whatever it was to go away and never return in the name of the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. (I just got chills all over my body) And, the room was lighter. I recall being mad about it. I am fiercely protective of my kids, even with ghosts. This transfers over to other children as well; I feel as if I have a calling to protect children and work with them. Needless to say, that night my baby slept with me.
I have not had an encounter similar to that one again, and that was 19 years ago. However, I have been disturbed by other "feelings." For example, I had a real estate license in Missouri and sold homes for about 5 years up until last year. I have walked into homes and just left. When my own family started looking for a new home several years ago, my husband and I walked into a home and ironically, we both looked at one another and said, "Hell no!" We both felt as if the house was haunted and creepy. Another time, we viewed a home and things were ok until I walked into a blue room. The room was heavy, dark, and seemed cloudy. My husband was not really feeling the home anyway, but I told him that we could not buy that home. He agreed, but when we were back in the car I told him my reasoning. He said, "Oh, then that one is definitely off of the list."
I also sold a home once that where a woman was allegedly murdered. The neighborhood rumor was that she was murdered and shared with me who allegedly killed that woman. It was obviously a police case, but I was tasked to sell the home. When I walked into the home to view it prior to listing it, the home was left in the state that it was when this poor woman died. I am so serious! That included the things used to allegedly murder her as well.
Talking about creepy!
However, I was so unbothered by it all. I walked through the home with no problem, but I would not go in it alone. My husband was always with me in abandoned buildings and during open houses. I disclosed what happened to the previous owner of the building to potential buyers, and the building still sold in a day. No one cared about the death, or the items that were left in the building. That was a bit odd to me, but
Not every one is afraid of ghosts!
Angel In The Tree
My family and I were eating dinner one night, and I looked at the wall in our family room and said, “Look, the angel in the tree is finally showing himself to me.” My husband saw it and decided that he was not going to look at it again. My oldest child saw it too. We just proceeded to eat, and I kept looking at it because I was kind of excited. I also wanted to see it clearly to be sure that I was not hallucinating. I could see the outline of his face, along with the tree branches and leaves, as well as the upper part of his body. It was a silhouette, if you will, and perfectly illustrated.
According to Nebulous Children and their parents, the angel in the tree would show himself to me one day. This was something that I repeatedly heard from the children. I think when they told me, I did not believe them because I cannot see ghosts. So, how was he going to show himself to me? Over the years, it has mostly been in dreams but not that day; the angel in the tree used the sunlight, as a reflection on the wall. Amazing!
I said aloud that I was going to get my phone and take a picture of it. It disappeared.
I am a dreamer. When I was in graduate school the first time, for my Master's degree, I had chicken pox. It was awful and I am glad that we now have a vaccine for it. I was 26-years-old when I had it, and it was terrible. I was very sick and missed about 6 weeks of school which was obviously excused due to a medical illness. I thought that I was going to fail school due to missing a lot of class lectures and work, but there was nothing that I could do about it. Ironically, a few days prior to the rashes breaking out, my blood was tested to determine if I had the antibodies for chicken pox. That was done to determine if I had it as a child, but a mild case. If I was positive for the antibodies, my doctor was not going to give me the chicken pox shot. However, I broke out and that did not matter any longer.
All I did was lay on the sofa, eat popsicles, and watch television. Snow storms prevented my parents from flying to me, my boyfriend from helping me, and I was unable to travel home because we had an ice storm in Nashville. Beside, chicken pox is so contagious that no airline would allow me to fly anyway, so I was stuck at home - miserable with no help. I was almost hospitalized by a Pediatrician, but she took a different route to treat me that allowed me to remain at home with a 103 degree fever which was good to me. I dozed off to sleep and I saw my grandfather and my grandmother. I did not know that was my grandmother until she told me, and I saw her picture from my father.
Both spirits were standing in my dining room, in my dream. They shared with me that they were checking on me because I was very sick. They told me that I was not alone and that I would be ok. I had not seen my grandfather since I was about 13-years-old, and I never met my grandmother. She died many years ago, but I am told that I look very much like her when she was my age. They stayed with me and watched over me. I can still see them if I close my eyes because their images were that real to me. My grandfather came closer to me and told me that I would finish school. He said that this sickness would go away and that he would help me. My grandmother stayed away from me, maybe because I had never met her in person. However, she did not leave and I felt very comforted by their presence.
I told my parents what happened. I knew it was my maternal grandfather, but I was still unclear about the other spirit. I described her to my father and he said, that was his mother which is what I figured. He pointed to her picture and although I have been that picture in the past, I did not put it together on my own for some reason. I glanced at the picture and told him that was her and that she visited me more than once. I asked him if he thought I favored her. He said yes, very much. Funny, about two weeks ago my dad looked at me and told me that I have a facial bone structure just like his mother. They have not visited me in many years. What is interesting about this story is that most recently at work, I started playing jazz music to calm my nerves while I write reports. Every single song that my grandfather used to play when I was a child, has been playing on Pandora and I immediately think of him.
Coincidence, or not?
What are your October Ghost Stories?