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Post by gaeth on Oct 20, 2006 21:21:38 GMT -5
This happened about a year after my grandmother passed away. I was in the basement watching TV, when I felt her hand (I just knew it was her) on my shoulder. I didn't need to turn around, because I could feel that she was at peace. She suffered alot from cancer for months before her passing. This is when I started thinking about death alot, not that I wanted to die, but I always wondered what was on the other side and how to communicate with them.
Kevin AKA Gaeth
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Post by lumanitsa on Oct 21, 2006 12:26:39 GMT -5
When I was 12, I went down to the basement of my grandmother’s house to get something for her. Now my grandfather died before I was born. He had a workshop in the basement. The week before my father was trying to open one of the drawers on the work bench and couldn't get it opened. When I came down that day I felt cold and the hair on my arms stood up. I wasn't scared though. I was drawn to the workshop. The light was on. The drawer was open that couldn't be opened. I felt myself being watched. I sat down and stared into space like something controlled me. I snapped out of it and said Hi grandpa but it didn't feel like my thoughts, I shut the light off and went upstairs happy. I asked my grandmother and my father if they had been down there lately. They said no. I told my dad that the drawer was opened and until this day we can't figure it out who or what could have opened it. A saw was jammed in there. I know it was my grandfather. Everyone always said that he'd love me and would have loved to know me. I think we did meet. Growing up the workshop became my secret place to get away from the world. It was a safe place.
As I got older I started to dream about dead people I knew. I still do. My mother always told me to pray for them because they were trying to communicate with me. Usually I have a bad day after a dream like that. I think they are trying to tell me something and I can't understand them.
One of my best friends growing up had a family that was haunted. It wasn't the house because they moved and the same spirits followed them. Mostly the mother they followed. I'd sleep over the house and hear foot steps in the night and doors closing. Then there was the bathroom door!!! It was a wooden door, with a spot in the middle of it, first looking at it you'd thing it was a stain from the texture of the door, until you come back an hour later or a day later or sometimes it would take a month, the spot moved. It was wild!!!! I slept over and visited her house lots in our four years of high school it moved all the time and when she moved out after high school the spot was finally almost gone. As if it was slipping off the side of the door.
I was in Gettysburg one year and we were at the PA monument. A man in uniform came up on a horse and talked to my parents and I. Told us much history. He was very authentic. We were impressed. We thanked him for talking with us thinking her was a tour guide. He disappeared right in front of us, as he road off. That night driving by the battle field I saw it but my parents didn't. I saw what looked like an encampment out on the field. No one is allowed out there in this section of the land. Candle lights burning and people in a group I could see it very clearly. It was amazing. My parents brushed it off. I think it was real. The so called tour guide may have had friends out there with him!!!
I don't know if this counts but I saw the Blessed Virgin Mary's face on house in the town over from were I grew up. They debunked it over and over and she was still there! If you there you'd know like I did that it was real because a feeling of peacefulness comes over you.
Let me know what you think of my experiences!!!!
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Post by Rick on Oct 21, 2006 14:26:47 GMT -5
I have heard many such encounters at gettysburg. I would like to investigate there.
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Post by froglover on Oct 21, 2006 17:23:54 GMT -5
Wow Rick that was some great stories... I would love to hear more about them in person someday...
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