Okay, Ladies, here is the thread you requested for our stories of ghosts, angels, and all things bizarre!
I have two stories, and here is the first:
Katie and the Guardian Angel
When Katie was small, about 2 or 3, I had an intense feeling that she would die at age 8. I confided my worry to my best friend more than once, and she did her best to comfort me. Anyway, when Katie was 8, I watched her like a hawk didn't let her do anything remotely dangerous, and breathed a HUGE sigh of relief when she turned 9 the next March. That summer, she and I were on the porch swing, just chatting and she asked "Mom, do you believe in Angels?" I said, yes, why? She said, "Well, I was running real fast through the living room and I couldn't stop, and was headed right for the window, and mom, I was SO SCARED, but my Guardian Angel pulled me back right before I crashed through the window!" I was amazed at this story and was surprised I didn't know about the incident! I asked her, "Did this just happen, Katie??" She said "No, it happened last year, when I was 8!"
I have a little story, nothing too spectacular though. My grandma!ma! died almost two years ago a couple of days after my uncle Nick's and my birthday. ( we share a date) Anywho, I went with my mother to my cousins wedding in August of last year and when a group of my family was walking from the parking lot to the reception sight I smelled really heavy a whiff of the perfume Sand and sable. That was what my grandmother wore all the time. I asked everyone else in my group if they smelled that and they said no. I found that very disturbing and kept smelling it all through the festivities. I think it was my grandma!ma!'s way of saying she was there. Since then, whenever I think of her, I smell that Sand and sable perfume. I can be anywhere and if I see something that reminds me of her or talk to her out loud, I get a whiff of that perfume very heavily and it always freaks me out, but also gives me a sense of peace that she is out there and comes around when she knows I need her. I have told no member of my family about this because I am afraid that they will think I am weird and stick me in a padded room. These occurence make me believe in the life there after though. My grandma!ma! was a very unique lady, she work in a tavern and has always calling us grandkids cute little shits. ( pardon the french) She was one the coolest grandmothers around. She got breast cancer three years before she died, then got gallbladder cancer, they removed that too and then she got pancreatic cancer, which there is no cure from. I miss her terribly, the talks, the calling for her famous recipes ( she was a full blooded polish lady) and I think that is why she sticks around and makes sure we are all ok. Anywho...
Way back in '90 a few months before I got married, I lived in Lake Tahoe with my ex (then boyfriend) We had lived there for a few months when I lost my job and he quit his. (don't ask me why he quit!!) So here we were, no family around and no job. I wanted to go back to Oregon, he wanted to go to Illinois to see his mom that he had just contacted by phone, but hadn't seen in 9yrs. I figured we might as well go see his mom....
Where were we going to get the money? Well, neither of us had jobs so I made a phone call to my grandparents (one I hated to make) I explained to them what we wanted to do and neither one of them wanted me to go so they didn't want to give money, unless I was coming home. (I probably should have done that!) But silly young me, thought I needed to stay with my boyfriend. We made some other calls and got nothing.
So here we were, sitting in one of the large halls in one of the casinos (we had to make calls on the payphone) and I had just got off the phone with my grandma once more and I sat on some steps. My ex sat next to me and I was upset. All of the sudden... a man appeared in front of us. I thought he wanted to go up the steps. But he just stood there. Finally he said. "I'm sorry to bother you but I overheard your conversation on the phone. I could help you with your financial problems." Then proceeds to flash money...lots of it! My ex asks "What's the catch?" Well this man said: "Well, I have here $2000 that I will give you. You can take your lady to a nice dinner, rent a hotel room then get your tickets to leave to where it is you want to go" My ex: "But how could we repay you?" Man: "When I'm ready to get it back, I'll knock on your door"
Instantly I felt ill. This man had $2000 in his hand, we had nothing. His deal was wrong! My gut knew it.. and I was hoping my ex knew it too. I looked at this mans face... and couldn't see anything. This hall was brightly lit up...but I could not see a face! It was more of a blur...a dark, shadowy blur. And I wanted to cry. Well my ex just said. "No thanks, we'll pass" The man said, "Ok... but it's a lot of money you don't have, and I'll just give it to you" My ex said no once more, then looked at me and noticed a relief on my face and when we went to say thanks for the offer... the man wasn't there. This was a split minute of me and my ex exchanging looks and the man disappeared!! And this hall was long so it wasn't like he could just walk around the corner and we know he didn't go up the stairs.
I was shaking, so I immediately called my grandma just to tell her the story and she said it sounded like a visit from the devil ... then she mailed me the money.
It was horrible. And I'm glad we weren't selfish or greedy enough to take the money. Makes my tummy hurt to this day thinking about it.
That's one of my stories. I think we should repost or copy the other stories onto this thread. Makes for interesting reading. Well, I need to get off of here after telling this one. Freaky.......
Ok... this was a dream I had years ago. And it was bizarre.. and I have no idea what it meant. What do you think?
In this dream that I was in the hospital having surgery. I'm not sure what the surgery was for, but they were having problems. All of a sudden...my heart stopped. The doctors all gathered around me frantically trying to revive me. Then slowly, I was floating above it all watching the doctors work on me when they said "We're losing her!!"
The crazy part:
In a flash, I was no longer floating above myself on the operating table, I was floating above my bed at home, sleeping next to my husband. I was curled in a ball on one side of the bed. My husband on the other. If seemed so real. I could hear our breathing, I could see my daughter across the room in her bed.
Then I woke up....tears rolling down my face. In the exact same position that I saw myself.
What could that dream possibly mean? I've tried analyzing it for a long time after that. I kept thinking was I going to die?? That frightened me. But now I wonder if it meant the feelings for my husband had died and it was time to move on. To this day, my heart beats faster when I remember that dream. Awful.
What do you all think? ( I left maybe a year after the dream)
Jana~that would freak me out. I have had dreams where my oldest DS has died and even woke up crying because it was so real. This was when he was much younger and the dreams stopped years ago but they were scary.
I have always believed in angels and more so since #1DH was killed, especially since I saw one. I believe we all have a guardian angel looking over us.
Marti~that too would freak me out. About the floating dream, I have never been good at analyzing dreams. My DD has bought books about dreams and what they mean as she has had some freaky dreams. Not long before that Columbine incident at the school she had a dream just like that. It freaked her out and she thought it was going to be their school so I kept her home that day.
Marti - I think you were close to death and came back. Your heart may have stopped for awhile or you may have had a blood clot trying to squeeze through an artery or something.
Cristi - I agree there is some crazy stuff going on in the world - or out of it! When you are ready you can share your angel story, okay?
Here's the "Mrs. Howard and the Alarm Clocks" true story.....
To give you the background, we lived in an old house in town and a neighbor lady told us that an old woman (Mrs. Howard) died there and that her ghost was still there, but to not worry, she was friendly. The whole family felt her presence, but were not scared. She seemed to prefer Katie's room and some sort-of weird stuff happened to her, but in a good sort of way, kind of like she protected Katie (maybe her guardian, I don't know).
So, one Sunday, Katie (then almost 14 y/o) was late getting up for church and said her alarm clock didn't go off. I told her that she should be more carefull setting it. The next day, Monday, she was late getting up again, and said the alarm clock didn't go off, even tho she had made sure it was set right. I hollered at her and said "Baloney, a clock goes off for when you set it! Don't give me these lame excuses anymore!" I was ticked, big time.
Well, that night, Neal and I were in bed, and the clock alarm rings at midnight. No big deal, they are factory set at a 12 AM default, and if the power is disturbed, they will ring then. The next night, same thing happens. The 3rd night, I MAKE SURE it is set for 7 am. plug it into a different outlet, but it goes off at midnight, too! Katie reminds me that I said a clock will only ring for the time you set it for! The fourth night, we use a brand new clock. and carefully set it for 7AM. It rings at midnight. The 5th night, we sit up watching it at 11:59.... 12 rolls around, and it doesn't ring. Ahhh! We lay down, turn the light off, and Rrrinnnnggggg, there it goes, still at midnight. The next day I look up Realtors in the phonebook, but Neal won't let me call any. Instead, I call my cousin's husband who has his own electric company and ask him about surges and any other possible explanation. He says there is no explanation why just one room would be affected, but will check with the power company, just to be sure, and if he has an answer, will call me back. I still haven't heard from him! The 6th night, we use a brand new wind up clock, and it goes off at midnight. By the 7th day, I am at my wit's end! It rings the 8th and 9th nights, too, and by now, the whole family is upset and totally weirded out! On the 10th night, we get rid of all alarms in the bedroom, and at midnight, Neal's watch went off. I just sat there and cried my eyes out!
That day, I had a meeting at church for the committee I was on, and my close friend told my pastor what was happening. He held my hands in his, and said he would pray for us, and it never happened again! But for awhile, we were really, really nervous at midnight.
And when we sold the house, I never said a word about it to the new people!
So, if your kid says it isn't his/her fault they are late, you better believe them! They may have a something/someone to help prove it!
Jana, I never even thought of that possibility before.....my blood pressure was very high and I was on medication for it.....hmmmm.....
Here is something that happened not to long after high school.
A friend was throwing a party one night....and there were an awful lot of kids hanging around this house. Each room had groups of people talking and doing there own thing. In one of the rooms was a group playing with a Ouija Board. I popped my head in to see what was going on. When I seen what they were doing I piped up saying.."why would you play with that? Do you really think it works and it's not one of your friends pushing it around?"
Someone said "Ask it a question and we'll see" Still standing at the door, I thought of a question that NO-ONE would know the answer to and was pretty smug when I asked.
I asked: What's the initial to my middle name?
Of coarse the little thing they hang onto started moving around and the kids (ok we were all kids) were giggling then it stopped.
It stopped on N.
Well one of the guys in the group said "Well that's not right, her middle name if Jane!" They all looked at me and I said yep. So some of the group got up, while the others stayed.
I stood in the doorway just not knowing what to think. A year before, I had to get my Social Secerity Card so I could start working....that was when I first saw my Birth Certificate. According to that...my first name is *****....with the middle name of ***** Phillipino tradition is to give your first born the mothers maiden name for the middle name. I never told anyone! So when it landed on N, I was a bit spooked. Only took me few minutes to get my butt out of there.
First off, the Pumphouse Theatre has a known ghost. No one told me this before hand and it was only after a few starnge things happenings that I finally said what was going on. Since knowing of the ghost I have had no problems cause every time Im in the booth I say hello and hope she is doing well...(I don't know why I think shes a woman,,,just a feeling)
Anyways ...for about the last 20 yrs I have had the same nightmare. Its usually when Im under alot of stress. Anyways in the dream I am being chased by a grizzly...Im running towards a cabin and am able to bar the door but only for a short time while the bear is sniffling around trying to find a way in. And the bear usually does find a way in...the first few years I would be mauled to death. Then I read somewhere that you do have some control in changing your dream. And I have since been able to change it to where I am able to climb this ladder and hide out on the roof.
I have always had a fear of bears since that first dream....and will avoid them,,,at all costs...no camping or even visiting a zoo.
So last year,,,I was doing a play in Red Deer for the weekend and had the strangest meeting. One of the cast members (who I didn't know) came up to me and started talking about my aura...( thinking what a lame comeon...lol) but he was serious...said I had the brightest aura and felt the pull to know me. Wildest conversation I have ever had...he talked about my fear...and I was, stunned when he said that the bear was my guide...I hadn't told him I was scared of bears. Just my immediate family know. He went on to tell me to see a DR about my ( he blushed and stuttered a bit) female problems...he saw a blockage and was worried it could be cancerous. HE said I had problems with my blood and I had hurt my shoulder (he at first thought it was my neck) These were all things I was dealing with then...the blockage was endrometris...and with my surgery it was *shudder burned away I hope,,,find out next week. I am anemic, and I torn the rotary cuff in my left shoulder. Things he had no way of knowing since only Monte and my Dr knew everything.
Theres more he told me and asked of me which I thought was kinda strange but...at the same time not.
Angie
Oh my god, you all have such amazing and spooky stories I feel like mine are lame in comparison. But I have another little weird story I am going to share anyway...... Here goes nothing,
When I was little, very little, there was this mall that was in downtown springfield, OR and was in an old Mill building. Anywho.... it didn't last long and I was too little to remember much about it. Anywho, when I was about 10 years old, I starting having these weird dreams about this old mall and in them I was always eventually chased by this little boy with a baseball cap and long hair. I would wake up not long after that. I would ask my parents about a mall around here and they would tell me they didn't know what I was talking about. I always felt for sure that there had been. I kep having these dreams with this mall and little boy in them. I never knew what they meant and thought maybe I was crazy dreaming up this mall and little boy. I mean, what little boy would have such long hair. I got married at 19 and was divorced at 24 and kept having these dreams. Well, two and a half years ago I starting dating this wonderful man that I pursued with a vengance. We were driving to his house one day when out of the blue I asked him if he ever remembered a mall being in old town springfield.( he is 9 years older than me) He said yes, it used to be in an old mill. I was so spooked because I thought I was crazy and I felt so vindicated. Here is the clincher though. My boyfriend has long hair and always wears a baseball cap. I had forgotten all about the little boy in my dream until we talked that day. I would like to think that dream was telling me who I should be with for the rest of my life. I have never said anything to him about this or anyone else. Maybe it is time to tell him. I just found it spooky.
I was rereading your post and wow! I"m sorry I didn't comment earlier. So what you're saying is something that you're totally scared of, is what's around you protecting you?
And the guy telling you to go see your DR. That's amazing. I'm glad you did I hope your test results come back saying everything is ok.
These stories are great. And some can be scary...does anyone have anymore?
This is a story my grandmother experienced. But I wanted to share.
My grandparents had moved here from Iowa years ago when my dad was little.. and lots of the family still lives there. So every year for a month, my grandparents go back to visit.
One year when my grandparents went back they were having a wonderful time. I believe it was a week before they were to come back home that this happened. My grandma was sleeping when all of a sudden she heard my my grandpa moaning then he said "Louise,,, I think I'm having a heart attack" then she heard the phone fall on the floor. Thinking that my grandpa went to call 911, she sat up. Then realized, that my grandpa wasn't with her. He had stayed the night with his brother while she went to stay with her sister.....in a town 20-30 mins. away from each other.
She immediately call her brother in laws home to check on grandpa. And yes.... he was being taken to the hospital. Apparently, he sat up in bed, called her name and as he was reaching for the phone to call my grandma, dropped the phone on the floor. It was like they were together the whole time.
My grandpa is in fine health now, but that night they said he needed heart bypass surgery. That was 15 yrs ago.
I hope James and I will be as close as my grandparents.
Marti~I think you and James will grow to be that close. My first DH and I were so close we finished each others sentences. The day he died I felt it, of course two days before he died he had told me he thought he was going to die. Right at the time he actually died I felt something although I didn't know exactly what until the end of the day. I couldn't get rid of that feeling-I remember I was doing laundry and at the time it happend I stood up and kind of froze. I knew something happend, just didn't know exactly what and I couldn't get in touch with him. But I was crying for most of the day and couldn't quit. I am just glad I didn't watch the news that day at noon like I always did. I wouldn't have known what to do and probably wouldn't have believed it.
The Twilight Zone
... then she mailed me the money.
