Ghosts talk. I hope it is ok...

[Yulia_R]

My husband and I have lost our friend J. to a rock climbing accident just over a month ago. He was 38 and was a father of three . He was an incredible person who inspired a lot of people to be the best they could be. He was a person who was not afraid to go after his dreams and would inspire other people to do the same. He had the most incredible zest for life I've ever seen.

His death has dramatically affected our family in many ways (the most dramatic, positive way is that we were separated for over two months and when J. died I realized just how fragile life is and how we should not take a single day for granted. So I moved back in with my family and once again embrased the role of the mother and the wife).

Anyway, since J's death I keep thinking about him, about his death all the time. I keep wondering where he is now and if there is some sort of life after death. I am not a religious person, so I don't just believe in anything unless there is a proof.
To make the matter worse, both of our kids keep talking about J. and his death and keep asking me where is J. now. They also keep asking if J. can smell/eat/see/watch movies/etc. now when he is dead. I keep telling them that I don't know, that no one really does know, that different people have different theories and beliefs when it comes to afterlife. But the truth is I WANT to know, I NEED to know that he didn't just die and rote without a trace. If there is any proof of afterlife, I want to know that. As scared (or should I say freaked out) as I would have been, sometimes I wish I could just meet his ghost and talk to him and ask him if he is ok and if there is anything I could do for him and his living kids.

So I hope it is ok, that I opened this "ghosts talk" thread. Please feel free to share real life ghost stories and experiences. Perhaps the fact that our loved ones are not completely gone would be healing for other people as well.

[JD5351]

I was very close to my aunt Connie. We talked nearly every day, hung out together..I babysat her daughters. We shared clothes. She died July 31, 2003in a car accident.

About 1 year after she died I was driving in my car and my car broke down. I was really upset, as I was out in the middle of nowhere, it was cold and I was freaking out. While waiting for the tow truck, I heard her voice say, "It will be ok." So I said, "Connie, if that really was you, show me you're here." And I looked up in the sky and saw a shooting star.

Her daughter, Summer, called me in the middle of the night a few weeks ago to tell me about an experience she just had. Summer was sitting outside on her front swing and she said she felt like someone was touching her arm. When she went inside, she heard her mom say, "I'm here." She said she turned around and saw a reflection in the window of the back of her mom.

A few other people in my family have heard her talking, or felt things. And these are people who do not believe in "ghosts" or things like that.

Based on these experiences, and just a gut feeling..I have a hard time believing that life is only here on earth. Just doesn't make sense to me that we live and then just die. I don't know if I necessarily believe in Heaven or Hell...Just there has to be something after now.

[JD5351]

Thought of another one too... **discusses the death of a child**


My friend Jeanette had a daughter named Emily right after we graduated High School. When Emily was 3, she was murdered by her stepfather. He's now in prison.

My friend Jeanette's sister went last Summer to visit a psychic. Through their conversation, her sister brought up her neice..Asking if she was ok, and if she was nearby. The psychic asked her sister what the neices name was. And her sister told her, "Emily." The psychic asked if she had a picture of Emily. She showed her a picture of her, and she said the psychic got very quiet. The psychic told her that she had gone to this old "castle like" building on a tour, and was seeing "spirits", and she asked the little girl what her name was, and she told her "Emily Rose."

Jeanette now has another daughter, who is 5 years old. She doesn't know what happened to her sister. (Emily died about 3 years before Mia was born.) She's asked Jeanette what happened, and Jeanette just tells her that a bad man hurt her, and now she's an angel. Mia asked her the other day what the bad man's name was. Jeanette told her they'd talk about it when Mia was bigger. Mia looked at her and asked, "Was his name Charlie?" (It is his name.) Jeanette asked her where she heard that name. Mia wouldn't answer. Jeanette has never mentioned his name around Mia, and no one else has. She believes that Mia has seen Emily.

[Yulia_R]

Wow, JD, thank you so much for sharing you experience with the aunt! It is amazing that she found a way to contact her family.
I’m a little (well, ok… a lot) skeptical about psychics and I also think that the little girl could have overheard her relatives whispering about Charlie (perhaps even when they thought she was sleeping or something), but your aunt experience is definitely incredible! Thanks so much!

By the way, I came across this website yesterday and found it interesting Frederic Myers - Proof of Life After Death http://www.trans4mind.com/spiritual/myers1.html . I have not heard of the guy before, I wonder if this is true.

[HappyTomato]

My father has his degree in mathematics and is not a very religious person. He's very practical and business like and of course very smart. So he's like the last person I would ever think of as having encounters with the ghost of his father (who I never knew because he died when I was 2). My dad used to not speak of it when it first started happening. I only found out about it from my mother when he was out of town once and I had slept in the room with my mom because I didn't want to be alone on the other end of the house. I slept in my father's bed and had a crazy vivid dream of this old man that was angry at me and wanted to know what I was doing there. He was looking for my dad, K. I explained to him that I was K's daughter and immediately his demeanor changed. He was so excited to be with me and became very playful. He made me a cake and we celebrated. I still had no idea who he was in my dream but told my mom about the weird dream when I woke up. That's when she told me about my dad having very vivid dreams of his father and showed me a picture of my grandfather. It was him, no doubt! Through dreams, my grandfather has shown my dad where to hunt to get the big trophy buck that hangs on his office wall as well as many other important things that would be happening in the near future (his heart attack, my brother's illness). He has even saved my father from an early morning head-on collision where a driver was driving on the wrong side of the interstate. My dad arrived on the scene of the fatal crash just moments after it happened in disbelief. My husband's son from his first marriage was mentally challenged and suffered from seizures. He passed away at 16 before my husband and I were married. I never knew him either sadly. One night, early in my pregnancy with our first child together, my husband had a vivid dream of his son sitting on the bed with us and my husband was holding a baby girl. His son was saying "Love the baby, Dad. Love the baby." He said it felt so real that he didn't want to wake up because then his son would be gone again. We later found out that we were indeed having a baby girl! He feels it was his son's way of letting him know that it was OK with him to have another child. I know it sounds crazy but we are a very normal family. LOL!!! I believe our loved ones that have passed on are still with us. HTH and I'm so sorry for your loss.

[Yulia_R]

What an amazing story with your dad and grandfather! And also with your husband's first son! thanks for sharing!!

[Ophelia]

I'm very sorry for your loss

My first DH died unexpectedly at age 30 from a brain aneurysm. I don't have a keen 'sixth sense' so I didn't have anything directly happen to me, but there have been quite a few things happen:

-I had left Microsoft Word open on his computer. When I checked it the next morning, there were a few letters and numbers typed in. No one else was there to have touched it. I never did figure out what it meant.

-I went to his niece's baby dedication at his sister's church (she got pg not long after he died). It was very cold in the winter, and when I got home the thermostat had literally been turned down to 50 something degrees and it was COLD in the house. I never had any problems with the thermostat before or after. I believe he was trying to tell me that he was there for his niece.

-My current DH, when he stayed over and was home alone, would hear things clanging around in the kitchen and also got weird feelings.

-When I sold the house, I did not tell the buyer anything about late DH, and by that time my name was the only one on the mortgage. I was talking to him about 6-9 months after he moved in, and he asked me about strange goings-on in the house. I asked him why, and he said one time he was upstairs facing a wall and his neck hair stood up. He turned around and literally saw a ghost/spirit moving from one room to another (it would have been the room that late DH spent a lot of time in at his computer). He said there wasn't really a figure, it was just color and tall. Late DH was tall. He also hears noises and mentioned it again when we stopped by the house last year.

-My friend, who does have sixth sense, said late DH and another spirit with him (I believe his dad, who died when late DH was young), came to her to say goodbye.


So I'm definitely a believer in spirits and ghosts I also believe spirits tend to stick around if there is unfinished business or if they died unexpectedly.

[Yulia_R]

Just wanted to say how sorry I am for your losses, ladies.
Thank you for sharing your stories!

[Aquitane]

DH's cousin and his wife live in a haunted house. They bought the house from the family of an lady that had lived most of her adult life there, raised her kids, etc. She loved the house.

The cousin and his wife were having fertility issues and finally they got pg. Wife has a miscarriage and is heartbroken. That day/next day they have electrical problems. They call the local elec. company out to find out the problem. Electric company guy is late, is a total jerk to cousin's wife when he does get there. (She's been crying, having a really rough time about the m/c.) He goes down to the basement. He's down there a little while. Cousin's wife hears him shout out, then he comes tearing up the stairs and out the back door. He's white-faced and freaked out! When the wife talks to him, he refuses to go back in the house. He'd fixed the problem, then he says that the lady ghost scared him.

The cousin's wife has a DD from a first marriage. She claims that the old lady would often sit on her bed and stroke her hair. The cousin and a friend of his claim to have seen the ghost once when moving a chair up to their second floor. I guess she kind of whipped past them on the stairs.

There have been other occurrences and when cousin/wife asked the previous owner's family about it, they confirmed it. Cousin and wife aren't the sort to be storytellers/fakers/hoaxers so I do think there is truth to it.

We go there occasionally for family parties and I'm always a bit nervous about walking around by myself.

[sosurreal09]

not that this is particulalry great...

when i was a kid we grew up in an OLD house that was converted to a two family. we rented one of the apartments and our back yard (or just outide of it) was a cemetery from the early 1800s. we had a typical old italian basement too complete with wine and a family grave area that was sealed with a big metal door...

anyways we were "haunted" by quite a few ghosts in that house. some were ok some were mean, some put us through hell...a few showed themselves at different times. one was a real jerk and whenever you got up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom the attic door (adjacent to the bathroom door) would fling open and hit you in the butt.
after a few years they got used to us and left us alone for the most part but when we first lived there my sister and i were outside one day and were telling a neighborhood kid about how the place was haunted and she didnt believe us so my sis yelled out if you are here give us a sign and everything in the garage came crashing down ripped off the walls and all. my mom thought we did it lol

[Yulia_R]

wow! unbelievable that your continued to live in that house! the moment a ghost would slap my butt in the middle of the night I would be SO out of there (given that I would not die right on the spot from a heart attack)...

[canadianhippie]

I'm totally enjoying this thread, I love ghost stories

[Momma Moo Martin]

I am sorry for your loss, OP. Peace and comfort to you and those precious children who have lost their father.

My father and my Uncle were very close to each other and only a year apart in age. When I was 6 years old, my Uncle died in a motorcycle accident literally on the road my father, mother and I lived on - only 20 feet or so from our front door. Immediately, we started to have signs that my Uncle was there with us. I have memories of my mom and dad waking me up in the middle of the night (or me just waking up from the commotion sometimes) because the faucets were running, lights had been turned on, the tv was playing, etc. They thought I was doing it and told me it wasn't funny. Well, I wasn't doing it at all - it was my Uncle! I also remember seeing the darkened outline of my Uncle during this time. My dad worked nights and my mom and I were home alone watching tv on the couch. I remember looking down the hallway and seeing my Uncle. Like I said, he didn't have features or anything but I could tell it was him. He was a very big, broad-shoulders guy and you could see that. I said, "Look, mommy! It's Uncle (Name)! He's here!" and my mom looked, got noticeably upset, and told me to stop it and just watch TV. I thought she didn't see him. Years later, she admitted she did see him but was just too afraid to admit it to me or my dad. As my mom tells it, that night she said out loud, "(Uncle's Name), if this is really you. Turn on the fan as a sign." You could only turn the fan on by pulling the cord and I couldn't reach it even with a chair. Sure enough, the fans all turned on that night. My mom tells me that she then told my Uncle out loud that we all loved him so much and missed him so much but that him staying around our house was scaring her and really upsetting my dad (he took my Uncle's death very hard). Anyway, that was that. We never had experiences from my Uncle again. I know it was my dear Uncle just trying to show my Dad that he was still living - just not the way we were. It has been decades since this and my Dad has never truly found peace about my Uncle's death and has become more and more self-destructive since his passing. I take comfort in knowing that when my father finally passes on, that my Uncle will be there to greet him and show him the way home.

[Yulia_R]

I'm going to show this thread to my husband tonight. J. was his best friend I'm sure he will be very happy to hear that he is not completely gone and perhaps keep inspiring people with his contagious zest for life in this other world

[sosurreal09]

Originally Posted by Yulia_R

wow! unbelievable that your continued to live in that house! the moment a ghost would slap my butt in the middle of the night I would be SO out of there (given that I would not die right on the spot from a heart attack)...

lol seriously! i was just a kid and had no choice in the matter. it was a really nice cheap apartment in a great neighborhood so my mom said we couldn't leave lol we lived there 10 years!

the first few weeks we lived there each one of us woke up at 3am 3days in a row at a time. it was freaky and one morning i woke up to a thin scratch from my clavicle all the way down my body to my big toe. it was the scariest thing ever! my mom of course was like oh you did that yourself. i was like yeah right how?!?

after a few years they didnt even bother us though but if we had someone stay with us overnight they would always do SOMETHING to freak them out. it was funny actually. my cousin stayed over our house and she was a real b word lol (same night she threw a bowl of mac and cheese at my mom and said she was too good to eat that crap) she was watching tv on the couch and there is like a half wall separating the living room and the hall and this one ghost was bright orange who hardly ever showed up decided to peak around the wall and practically gave her a heart attack lol she was hysterical then called my aunt and had her come get her and refused to come to our house.

my mom passed away in that house so i hope shes not "stuck" there

[Yulia_R]

Sorry about your mom, sosurreal HUGS.

Of course when I said I would have been out of there I meant as an adult (your parents), not kids.

Incredible story!

[Monarchgrrl]

I love ghost stories!

My mom is sensitive and she used to live in a 100 year old house in the south. She said that there was an older lady ghost that lived there and my mom that she lived there when she was little and renovations were done in the house and her doll was accidentally stuck in one of the walls. So, she just watches over the house and her doll. That freaked me out and whenever I'd visit (as an adult) I would sleep in her bed. Then one day we had a neighbor over and were talking about the ghost and I wondered aloud if they were just messing with me. Then all of a sudden, right above our heads in the attic there were clear footsteps of someone with heels on, walking across the entire attic. My mom said, "See? She's just showing you she's here". I hate to admit that I pretty much freaked out.

My dad's dad used to smoke cigars and whenever he and his sister are together (different coasts, so not too often) there is always a strong smell of cigars around them, especially in a room or a car. Neither of them smoke at all.

And here's a lot:
My brother was killed in Iraq 2.5 years ago and my dad has been having a really really hard time with it. We all are, but him really the most. So he's been seeing a pretty renowned medium to try and make contact with him. There are so many instances where it's really, truly obvious he's talking to my dad through her. The meetings between my dad and her are usually over the phone, but a few times she's come to his house.

Here are a few things:

My dad and his wife had just had a funny little argument about watering the plants and how they were dying. It wasn't really a tiff and they were making funny comments to eachother. Then they call the medium for their phone appt and the first thing she says is, "What's up with the plants? Phil (my brother) is cracking up at you two right now about the plants. What's that about?"

She's said so many things that only my brother would say or know about. She says he likes to visit me when I'm in the bathroom. Two things about that: When we were little it was always the bathroom that we did naughty things that we'd get in trouble for. We had LOTS of fun in the bathroom growing up. And at his funeral, I had some alone time with him when he was in the casket at the funeral home and I talked to him about things. One thing I said was to please come visit me and dad often, but "don't be a turd-butt and visit me when I'm showering or using the bathroom! I know you!" And then the medium says that that is where he visits me. He would definitely do that only because I said not to.

And then the big one for me. I've posted this before on MDC. I truly believe that when we dream about the deceased that it is them visiting us when we are most succeptible to hearing/seeing them and it's not just our imagination. I rarely dream about anything, I rarely remember them and I never dream vividly. Until this dream:

I had a dream on Feb 11, 2010. I dreamed that Phil was hanging out in my living room with DW (as if it was no biggie that he was back and in our living room!). I stepped out of the bathroom to show her some good news on a pregnancy test. I was shocked to see him, obviously, and hugged him so hard and asked him what the heck he was doing here. He said "I wanted to be here when you shared the good news, silly!" DW looked confused and I handed her the pee stick. She started crying and we hugged. Phil said "Hey, let me get in on this action. Don't forget about me!" and then bear-hugged both of us. I said "I could never forget about you". He said "Good, because I'm always here". And then he turned around and left out the front door. I woke up crying. Two days later, on Valentine's Day, I got a positive pregnancy test. I haven't had a dream before or since anywhere close to that detailed. I believe my brother wanted to tell me first that we were having a baby!

And then the only appt for an ultrasound to see the heartbeat just happened to be on March 10th - the two year anniversary of his death. I was awesome to see the heartbeat of new life on that day.

[Yulia_R]

I'm so sorry about your brother. I can only imagine how much pain you must have been going through (HUGS).
Thanks for the ghost stories! Your brother sound like a really fun guy

[Plaid Leopard]

I'm so sorry about your brother Monarchgrrl. I agree about some dreams being more than dreams.

A little over 15 years ago, my uncle S disappeared. He was coming to the end of his battle with AIDS, and was living with my father (his brother). He could barely see or walk, but one February night he walked out of the house after everyone was asleep. Of course, as soon as his absence was discovered they called police, searched the neighborhood, even had helicopters looking for him.
I was living out of the country at the time and they didn't want to worry me. Eventually they did tell me what was going on several weeks after his disappearance. The night I learned, I lit a candle and concentrated on my uncle and asked him to reveal his wheareabouts to me. I had a very clear vision of him/his body under a tree, covered in leaves, which of course freaked me out to no end. I didn't say anything to my family because I didn't think they would take it seriously (I didn't know if I should take it seriously), but a couple of weeks later (6 weeks after he had left) they found his body under a tree in an abandoned construction site a mile or so from my dad's home.

So, a few weeks after his funeral, I had a very vivid dream that my grandfather brought my uncle to see me. My uncle was on a horse which my grandfather was leading by the reins. He was obviously very ill and could not talk to me or even open his eyes. My grandfather said that S had wanted to say goodbye to me.

A while after that, I had another dream where my very healthy uncle came to me with his partner who had also died of AIDS a few years earlier. S told me not to worry. That he and J were happy and having fun and everything was ok. The funny thing was that in my dream S came to me in a huge, modern, very hip shopping center, which is exactly the type of place he liked to go to in life.

My grandmother also said a couple of times that she knew S was visiting her. She was making his birthday cake the year after he died, and she couldn't get it just right and was crying. She said she felt S pat her on the arm and heard him say "It's ok, mama. Don't cry".

[mazajo]

I love the story about the dream about your brother and the pregnancy test, Monarchgrrl. Thank you for sharing!

Here's a little experience of mine, not really a ghost story, but...

This was a couple of years ago. My grandmother (Nanny) had recently passed, and my mom was having a very hard time dealing with it. She and I were sitting by Nanny’s grave, and Mom said that she wished they could just come back somehow and give us a sign that they were alright.
At the moment, a beautiful brilliant blue, tiny little delicate, dragonfly appeared, flying around us and Nanny’s grave.
I pointed it out to my mother, and she said “Oh, how nice, it came to visit Nanny.”
I said, “Or maybe Nanny sent it as your sign!”
As soon as the words were out of my mouth, four more identical dragonflies showed up. Mom and I sat there talking for about 20 minutes or so, and the dragonflies hovered around us the entire time. They flew off when we stood up to go. There are no ponds or fountains or water of any kind in this cemetery, and as we walked back to the car, we didn’t see any other dragonflies.

I am convinced to this day that was Nanny sending us a sign, and thinking about it always brings me comfort.