Has your kid ever given you the chills? - Page 9

[MamaAllNatural]

Wow, that's really cool Jessica!

[edamommy]

Yes,

This will be the first time I've typed this story as it affected us so! On Vacation in July we went home to Maine. We stayed in my cousins house (they grew up in it and now rent it to tourists in the summer). One night I had a dream/nightmare thing. I was sleeping on the inside/against the wall. Baylor in the middle and my dh on the outside. My "dream" was that a guy was standing between me and the wall. I could see that he was wearing navy work pants, a plaid zip over coat and a baseball cap. I could see he had older/weathered reddish skin on his neck/chest just above his collar. He wasn't moving or saying anything and I couldn't see his face. I jumped up in bed and in front of Baylor. My husband awoke. It took him a long time to get me to "wake" up, if youwill. I just kept saying who is it? What do you need? and James was totally freaked. Bay didn't wake up. The funny thing was I am an insomniac. I NEVER sleep hard and awake when a fly rubs his legs together. James said it seemed like I wasn't asleep at all. Okay, we settle down and go back to sleep. About an hour later Baylor starts crying and pointing at the wall next to me. Over and over and over. At this time it was 4am and we decided to get up as we're all freaked at this point. The funny part? Then next day I described the ENTIRE thing to my father who said- "Yah, that's old John". My great Uncle whom I was very close too and who died last year. Apparently my cousins girlfriend (who has his baby) was up with her baby just the week before and had a very similiar experiance as she saw the same dressed figure leaning over her son's crib during the night... Old John would have been HER babies great grandfather.

All right, I'm totally creeped now!
Kimberley

[aisling]

Okay, I made it to page 7 of reading, reading, reading after finding this post today! Now I'm going to share a couple of cool things I did when I was young...not creepy stuff, just cool stuff!

When I was 7 years old we moved to Germany with the Air Force and that's where the things I remember happened. When we took a trip to Amsterdam we were planning to go to the Anne Frank House. I was about 8 and my brother was 11 and this one of the few actual Holocaust related sites my parent's were willing to take us to at that age. None of us had ever been there, no one had ever described it to me and I hadn't seen any pictures. As we are heading to the house I started getting really upset and saying that I didn't want to go. My mom was dismissing me (thinking I was just being tired and uncooperative with the plans) but finally asked why don't you want to go, Meg? I told her I was scared of the stairs...they're steep and narrow and I don't want to climb them! She tried to comfort me and we went anyway. So we get to the house and the tour heads up to the Secret Annex and when they open the Bookcase that hid the door to the hideout, the stairs were these narrow steep stairs and I was all crying and not wanting to go up and saying see? those are the stairs! I made it up and down alright and ended up really enjoying the trip, but my family kept asking me afterwards if I had been there before or something. Okay, that story doesn't seem as cool as some of the others but I think it was neat.

The other story is the same kind of thing, where my family was like, When the heck were you here before, Meg? Weird! So we live in Germany, I'm 9 and we are going to visit the military cemetary where my mom's father was buried after being killed over Austria in WWII. She never met him and obviously had never been to his grave before. So we take the trip to France to St. Avold to visit this grave. Now, if you have never seen a military cemetary before, they are phenomenal to see...just row, upon row, upon row, upon row of crosses and Stars of David. In fact the cemetary where my grandfather is buried is over 100 acres with over 10,000 graves of soldiers! We arrive at the cemetary and the caretaker is on an errand out in the grounds and won't be back for another 45 minutes or so. My parents figure we'll go walk around until he gets back because he'll need to look up the location of my grandfather's grave. From the time we arrived at the cemetary until they let us start walking around, I was so impatient and kept saying come on, guys! We don't need someone to find it for us! I can take us to the grave. Let's go already! I know where I'm going, it won't take long! No one wanted to believe me, but what do you know, I took us right to the grave! Just started walking, with no hesitation and took us right the grave of my grandfather in a 100 acre cemetary filled with 10,000 grave markers! I was so stinkin' proud of myself and it made the trip seem all the more special and important.

Anyhow, I know there are others, but I'd have to ask my mom about them. Hopefully those were enjoyable stories

[frand]

I totally believe there has been some kind of connection with my mother since she died. Most recently, on my daughter's sixth birthday, we had helium balloons in the dining room, about 15 of them, and six said "Happy sixth birthday" on them. The morning after, I went in my daughter's room to wake her up, and one of those 'happy sixth' balloons had floated across the living room, up the stairs, down the hall, into her room, and stopped right over her bed, directly over her, with the string grazing her hand. I just knew, in that way you just know, that it somehow was coming from my mother.

Another even more amazing happened about a year after my mother died and my dad was getting very difficult to deal with. We had two dogs, one we'd had when she was alive and another we adopted about two months after she died. One night I was shocked out of my sleep by the adopted dog howling ferally -- a sound like I had never heard before. I shot out of bed to find her pacing up and down the length of the house, just totally insanely agitated. My other dog, who is usually the bigger barker, slept peacefully. I sat on the couch to calm Shana, who ket panting and whining hysterically, and as I sat there, I felt like I fell asleep, and suddenly my mother was before me, with her eyes closed, and she said, "Be patient with your father. He has very little." The next thing I knew my eyes were open, my mom was gone, and Shana was totally calm. Both my husband and my other dog (for whom my mother's presence would not have been strange) slept through the whole thing.

[bunnyS]

I have been keeping up with this thread for quite some time. And as I read more posts I began to pay more attention to my surroundings. Well, in the past few months I have noticed my ds do something that just gives me the chills..... Every night we (dh,ds,& I) go to a back bedroom to relax: watch TV, rest and play. The house is usually dark with the exception of a few night lights and a lamp in the room that we are in. Well, at about the same time 8:35... My son looks through the doorway into the dark hall and laughs and talks/babbles as though he is interactiong with someone. We have only seen this type of reaction when ds is playing with a real person. Dh and I just look at eachother and freak out. Last night, he did it again. I was telling my dh about this thread, and he reminded me that this is around the same time that I lost my last grandfather in March of this year. And come to think of it, this has been happening since then.

[LeftField]

A bit long

Well, I've never liked the thought of ghosts and so I've told myself that I don't believe in them. As a child, I covered myself up tightly, pillow jammed into my neck, completely hiding. I was always afraid of monsters and things. Our house was old and creepy. I didn't believe in ghosts. I am just not a ghost person.

My mother, OTOH, told me some creepy ghost stories from our house, after I'd grown up. Honestly, I had a very hard time believing them. She said that my grandmother's (her mom's) second husband haunted our house. He was the sweetest man ever and he adored my sister and I. I don't think he had any kids or grandkids of his own. He loved eating Sunday dinner at our house; we adored him. Anyway, she said that the light over the sink would turn on at night if she got up to pee and if she rebuked him, using his name, that it would turn back off. She said, Ok this part freaks me out and confuses me at the same time, she said that one night she saw him at the end of her bed and that he was holding my sister's hand but she was asleep. She yelled at him to leave her alone and then she never heard from him again.

She believed my sister was very open to that sort of thing, like the kind of child who was sensitive, but that she (my sister) blocked it all out. Many of the women in her family spoke of ghosts, basically deceased loved ones. An aunt's little chihuahua would bark at the same empty spot on the mantle. They would see someone out of the corner of their eye while doing dishes, that sort of thing.

Anyway, so even with this, I just have never been sure I believed in that sort of thing. I don't come off as that sort of person, YK? And, pre-kids, when people would say how they knew they were pg before they tested, I thought it was goofy.

I knew I was pregnant both times, before I tested. I also saw both of my kids in dreams before they were born. All my life, I wanted two boys and a girl. I recall a vivid dream from childhood of me and a man who I thought was my father, carrying two sleepy little boys up the stairs in their pjs. It felt like they were my little brothers, even though I had no brothers. When I met dh, he also knew that we would have two boys and a girl, in that order. Well, we have two boys so far. We don't want more children, but we both feel like there's someone else waiting.

With ds1, I got pg the first month off the pill. After conception, but right before implantation, I had three weird dreams three nights in a row. In the first dream, I was talking with a neighbor about her baby and I said, "That's MY son's name!" wrt to her baby. In one of the dreams, I was examining a coworker's baby and noting that it looked like mine. In the best of the three dreams, I dreamt that I was sitting on the top of my stairs, holding a baby in my lap. In the dream, I stood up and walked over to my sleeping dh and gave it to him as a present.

At some point, deep into my second trimester, I saw my son in my dream. I dreamt that dh and I were outside his parents house, working on a car. His grandparents came over for supper, the ones that he is/was very close to. IRL, his grandfather was dead. Anyway, as they walked past us into the house, his grandfather was carrying an infant car seat with a baby in it. I poked dh and said, "That's OUR baby!!!" I could only see the baby's face, but it was round with really round eyes, looking similar to my baby pictures and remarkably like ds1 in the end.

Also, in that second trimester, I had my one and only exp that seemed like a ghost exp. Dh was overseas and I was home alone. I was napping in my bed when I heard a familiar man's voice, but it sounded like mumbling. He touched me and it felt comforting for a split-second until I remembered that dh was not home. I leapt out of the bed! I remember asking my mother about it, but she insisted that it couldn't be anything because we lived in a brand-new house.

With ds2, I accidentally got pregnant at a time I didn't want to be pregnant. I wasn't even sure if I wanted another child. I got pregnant four days before ovulation. It seemed amazing to us and very frightening too. I spent much of my pregnant feeling misgivings about the whole thing. I didn't feel very bonded. At some point, into my second trimester again, I had a pregnancy dream. I dreamt that I was outside my aunt's house and that I gave birth very quickly. Then, I was on her porch and I was holding my baby. His face looked similar to ds1, but it was thinner with smaller features. It looked a lot like what ds2 ended up looking like. I knew it was a boy (but I knew in both pgs that I was having boys, from very early on). He was just looking out at the street and I felt bold and said, "Why did you come here?" And he matter-of-factly said, "I came from heaven because I want a new exp." And I said, "Oh." And from that moment on, I accepted the pregnancy and felt bonded with him. Even now, at 9 months old, when I look at him, I remember that dream and it makes me feel like we have something special.

Sorry so long. That's my exp!

[Jessica36]

Cool!

[LeftField]

Actually, I have a relevant question

Actually, I have a relevant question to the title: has your kid ever given you the chills? When my son was nearly 3, he started doing things that creeped me out, but my husband said was just regular 3 yo stuff. I'm sure that it is regular 3 yo stuff, but I don't understand what's behind it.

What I mean is that he started developing fears of things; that's typical 3 yo stuff I think. But his fear is of certain lights in the house and I always wondered if there was something behind it. He developed a sudden fear of the light that hangs over the stairs. He called it, "the funny light" and he said that he didn't like it. When we'd go up to bed at night, if we left him at the foot of the stairs for a second, with that light on, he'd actually cry. It got so bad that we had to go up the stairs in the dark, because the light bothered him so much.

Around that time, he also told me that there was a song in my closet. He pointed to blank space and said, "There's a song in your closet! Ya ya ya ya ya (a 3yo's pronounciation of "la la").".

I get freaked out easily, but dh does not. At any rate, I prayed really hard one night about it. I asked that, if the house had, uhm, an issue in it, for it to be cleaned out and for us to be protected. After that, he didn't seem so traumatized by the light. Now, we can leave it on and it no longer catches his interest.

If you believe in this sort of thing, does a turned on light have any sort of significance? It always puzzled me.

Here's a funny footnote though. During the time when he would freak me out, ds1 asked me a disturbing question. He asked, "What's that big white thing in your room?" I asked him to describe it and he said, "It has no head. It's in the corner." Turns out, he was describing my bellycast. LOL and a deep breath!

[txmama]

I've got a pretty good angel story for you!

Last year when I was 34 weeks pregnant I stopped feeling ds move so we went to the hospital and it was determined that he was in distress. We called my parents & my MIL/FIL to let them know what was going on (they live in different states than us). My inlaws were at a college football game at the time so my MIL had to leave the main stadium section to talk to us so she could hear us. She went back to her seat and there was a man sitting nearby and he kept watching her. She tried to ignore him. He finally came over to her and said that "It's going to be okay". She thought he meant the game since their team was behind. She told him she wasn't worried about the game that it was something else. He said "I know...it will be okay." Then he walked away and never did come back to his seat.

Pretty strange.

[nicholas_mom]

Even though I posted before, yesterday I had an incident that gave me the chills w/ds............

Ds was sitting on the floor right next to me playing with socks. He took one sock and was babbling at the sock then took the sock put it up into the air like he was going to give it to someone standing in front of him. Ds was ignoring me WHICH HE NEVER Does. When I am on the floor, he engages me in his play if I am on the floor with him.

Ds is 15 months old. Okay, so what he was talking to air or an imagenery friend.....but then HE WAVES BYE-BYE. He never waves bye-bye to air. He waves bye-bye to me or dh or maybe our rabbits, but never just like to NO ONE!?!?!

: OKAY, Now I am creeped out!

These stories are great! I love the last angel story!

[Jessica36]

Wow!

[CurlyTop]

Talking to Ghosts

My same DD as in the OP woke up one morning last week, knocked on the wall next to our bed and said, "Go away ghost." Then she turned to look at me, ran her hand across my arm and said, "Goosbumps."

[*Milk-Fairy*]

I have thoroughly enjoyed reading this thread! And have to add my two cents...(sorry, it's a little long)

A few years ago, pre-kids, I was a social worker at an adoption agency. I worked with the amazing birthmothers, and had one that really touched my heart. She was from Africa, 26, had a 2 year old, and was diagnosed with terminal breast cancer. She came to our agency to help her find a forever home for her daughter, as the baby's father lived in Africa and she had escaped and moved to the US to get away from him.

Anyway, we found an amazing family for her, and then our agency put together the money she needed to fly to NY to be with the only family she had in the states before she died. While the trip was being set up she and I spent a lot of time together, working on a journal for her daughter, talking about death, and basically became friends. I put her on the airplane to fly home knowing I'd never see her again, and I still cry whenever I'm in that terminal. About a week after she passed I was laying on the couch having a good cry when I smelled Vicks VapoRub SO strong that I sat up and called "Chuck?" convinced he was behind me rubbing it on himself. Of course, it was 3am and he was asleep in our bedroom, so I laid back down and a few minutes later realized that Vicks was what Arlene used to rub on her chest to help her breathe. I felt such a calming sensation and knew that she was still here and felt her love.

Anway, before she left she told me I would have a baby in the next two years, that it would be a girl, and that she would watch over her and keep her safe.

Exactly two years later we had a baby girl, Sam, and I painted a little angel over the doorway in her room to represent Arlene, her guardian angel.

The house we moved into before Sam was born was one where the elderly couple that had owned it had died here earlier that year. One had cancer, the other a heart attack.

Anway-Sam was a few days old and I was sleeping with her in the guest room when I woke up to an old man shaking me and shouting "CHECK THE BABY!!!!" I sat up and picked up my daughter, who's face was under the comforter. She was fine, and I looked back up and noone was there...but I rembered that there were THREE people standing there. An old man, an old woman, and a young woman in the shadows behind them. Again, it took a few minutes to realize that there was noone else in the house besides my husband, who was snoring in our bedroom. I'm convinced it was the elderly couple and Arlene-watching out for baby Sam!

[ChasingPeace]

Wow, MilkFairy! That's beautiful!

[babybugmama]

oooo tingly goosebumps all over

[CurlyTop]

Milk fairy,
I have chills, thank you for sharing that story!

Thanks to everyone so far for sharing their stories. I love reading them !

CurlyTop

[Jessica36]

Jen -- That is so cool about Sam! BTW HI! (bcHOSTJessica)

[SeanaRain]

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[Jessica36]

[Pynki]

So I have a few relatively related thoughts after re-reading this thread..

1st.. There is a LOT of theories that a]young children see the things that aren't quite there because they are still soo much closer to their spirituality and b] that puberty is inherently a time of change and if you have any "latent" powers puberty is when they will surface.. Puberty and early childhood are a time of such great change..

Also.. I think that we tear up with thoughts of hte super-natural because they are things we are physically unable to handle.. So that is a physical expression of something we can ONLY feel..

Reading through these I have noticed that some things give me a full body wave.. Some of them make the hairs on my left side stand up, and others make the hairs on my right side stand up... I wonder if there is a pattern to it... Like certain supernatural things trigger the same reactions from everyone, but different supernatural things make reactions on different side of the body.. Sheesh that convoluted, but I hope it makes sense..

Now.. Something more on-topic..

When ds1 was born he was born by c-sec.. He smelled like roses.. For 2 whole days.. I smelled roses.. It eminated from ds.. Then I saw the movie Micheal.. How he would smell like different good things to different people because that is how we as humans interpret heavan smelling.. So I think when it is all said and done and I have died and I am in heaven it will smell like roses to me.. Other people smelled it on him also.. But only after I pointed it out to them.

Warm Squishy Feelings..

Dyan