When I was young, I’d have a reoccurring dream. The dream had no real story behind it, it was just odd little clips of my life so far. The dream always ended the same way. It would just kinda fade to black and I’d hear voices. One saying “I just had the weirdest dream”. And a female voice would reply “what about?” The first voice would then go on talking and at that point I’d wake up.
So about 8 months ago, at least 30 years later I had the dream again. It was the weirdest thing. I could remember all those little clips, most of which I had long since forgot about. I felt this overwhelming joy to be recalling all those lost childhood memories. The feeling was so intense, it was like being so happy I could cry (never felt that before). But the end of the dream was different this time. And this is the gods honest truth… Instead of fading to black and hearing the voices, I just woke up…I was laying there feeling confused about the dream. Was this the same dream I’d had when I was little? I rustled my wife from her sleep and said “I just had the weirdest dream”. She replied “What about”.
I was wide awake, playing out the ending of the childhood dream. No shit, everything I said to her over the next minute or two to describe the dream was actually as I had heard it when having the dream back when I was 8 or 10. It was like this hardcore case of déjà vu. I have déjà vu from time to time and I think it’s cool, but this blew my mind.
The next morning after the dream and I was already starting to question myself about whether I actually had those dreams when I was young, or was it something my dream invented. But if I did have them, was I somehow peering into the future??
I’m all about logic and science. I don’t believe in ghosts, the supernatural or even god for that matter (sorry mom) . I believe there’s an answer for everything, but I’ll be damned I have an inkling to what this is was about.
okay, here we go. before i got married, i was faithful christian who believed in god, jesus, heaven and hell. when you die, you go to heaven or hell. no room on earth for ghosts, sorry!
now here are my two ghost stories.
1) my cousin died unexpectedly. on the night of his death, his older sister, whom he was very close with, awoke to the sound of water running. she found that the water was on full-blast in the bathroom sink, closest to her daughters, whom her brother just adored and was very affectionate with. she turned it off, checked on the girls, who were sleeping, and went back to bed. right before dawn, her phone rang and when she answered there was only the sound of heavy breathing. she hung up, and heard the water running again. kitchen this time. fast-forward: it is a couple of days before her brother is discovered, and it is revealed that he was ill that night she experienced all the water-weirdness and passed in the wee hours before dawn. family flies in from all over the country (including myself) to show respect and attend the funeral. otw there, she is driving me, her girls, and one other cousin. she looks at the clear, blue sky and the sun shining and sighs a loud sigh. she says, “I’m not sure why, but I kept thinking it would rain today. Not thinking so much as hoping, as if heaven would cry for my little brother.” we get to the funeral, there are a TON of his friends and coworkers, more than any of us imagined. during the service, pastor starts talking about my cousin and what a prankster he was, always looking for ways to cause mischief. at this point it starts raining. it is audible as fuck because it is florida during hurricane season, so in seconds it went from sunny and clear, to dark and stormy complete with thunder and lightening. storm gets crazy, more lightening, more thunder, doors start shaking from the wind. pastor jokes that this is the kind of trouble my cousin would have loved. everyone looks creeped out. my aunt (who was kinda losing it due to the unexpected loss) goes from sobbing and wailing to standing up, stern and strict and yells out, “Stop it, John!! Everyone came to see you and you’re ruining it! Be a good boy!” I shit you not, the rain stopped IMMEDIATELY and the sky opened up, coulds dissappeared, only thing we were missing was a rainbow. fast-forward to a few nights later, it’s everyone’s last night in town and auntie asks us to stop by the grave to pay respects. everyone gets sad and somber on the way there and by the time we reach the grave, half of us are in tears. his sister says, “john would have hated seeing us this sad,” and as soon as the last word left her mouth, the sprinklers turned on and we scattered. tl;dr: i didn’t believe in ghosts until my cousin died and turned into the water phantom
2) now i believe in ghosts, but for some reason, every time my husband tells me about the “paranormal” experiences he and his mother have had in his house, i am quick to dismiss or come up with a logical explanation to explain the voices, whispers, and visuals he encounters. the house is old and settling, the neighbors were watching tv loud, you’re tired and your mind is playing tricks on you, etc. this was until we got married, i moved in, and good god i get the chills thinking about it. ok, i’m upstairs in the kitchen washing dishes. to my left, there is a hallway that leads to the stairs of our split-level. i hear a man’s heavy, quick footsteps coming down the hall, and outta the corner of my eye, i see a man pass. i call out for my husband as i hear the steps go down the stairs and stop where our front door is. i step out and see no one. (this creeps me out bc i would have heard if someone went down the stairs to the basement or out of the front door. i see the light on in the bathroom, hear the shower, and i figure my husband was going downstairs and heard me call him and didn’t wanna do whatever i was gonna ask him to do so he jumped in the bathroom. i open the door and he’s turning the water off. he says, “i’m done, did you need the bathroom?” now this man takes 20 minute showers, and it has been seconds since i was in the kitchen, chased a ghost down the hall/stairs, and was trying to put it all together. tl;dr: still didn’t really believe in ghosts til one played hide ‘n seek with me
i now have volumes of creepy stories from this house involving voices, little girls in white dresses, and mystery spirits helping my mother-in-law on multiple occasions.
I was living in an apartment with 3 roommates at the time. I was working all sorts of weird hours, and would stay up late most nights.
Our apartment had 2 hallways that formed an capital L. My room as at the “top” of the L, the bathroom was in the corner of where the lines meet. With the door being in the inside middle of the small section. In the outside corner was the living room. I walked out of my room to go to the bathroom, no need to turn the light on as this was a trek I had made hundreds of times before.
As I left the bathroom I turned to go back to my room. Just as i turned off the lights of the bathroom there standing where the short hallway and the living room met there was a teenage girl standing there. Wearing a white flowery dress, just smiling. She didn’t look “evil” just a normal person standing there smiling at me. I freaked the fuck out and went running for my room.
About 20 minutes later I finally came out of my room. Turning all the lights on as I went through the apartment. She was no where to be seen, however where I saw her standing was noticeably colder than the rest of the apartment should have been for an August evening.
Creepy, but not the worst part. I lived there for about another year, and I never saw her again. After I had moved out I was hanging out with my one roommate who had the bedroom at the end of the small hallway, right next to the bathroom. We were talking and I told him that I never felt comfortable in the apartment after something happened. To which he responded “Oh, you saw her too” I nearly drove off the road when I heard this. We then both described her, finishing off each others sentences describing her. He had seen her twice. I was indifferent about ghosts before that. Now I believe in them..or believe in something. It was very creepy and every time I tell the story the hairs stand up on my arms.
My great-grandpa told me this one.
One time when he was younger, he went to go visit some old friends and their daughter. He arrives on horse (he was a rancher in Texas). The little girl walks up to him and says “Hi Paul! I’ll take your horse. Dinner is ready, you can go in and sit down.” So he walks inside, and sits at the table. The parents walk up to him and say “Um, hi. Who let you in?” He says, “Your daughter took my horse. She said I could come in.” They look horrified. “She’s been dead for 6 months.”
When the wife (then gf) and i were in our second apartment, I saw shit all the time, but the first encounter was the weirdest.
I was hanging curtains, standing on a poofy chair, when I started to lose my balance. I felt a hand on my butt steady me. I finished drilling in the last screw, then turned around to thank… Nothing. I expected my lady there. As soon as I turned around, that’s when the feeling of the hand left my butt. My wife had been in a completely different room the whole time.
Went to pick up my daughter from a dance on the waterfront. I was early so I walked near the lake. I saw something very bright… not moving at about 20 degrees up (Sirius was at about 40 degrees that night). Then I looked down and saw a pure white coyote walking along the water’s edge. Even though I purposefully made a lot of noise so as to not startle the coyote, it didn’t not acknowledge I was there.
I looked back at the “star” which was still not moving but suddenly went from exceptionally bright dimming down to nothing. I looked back to the coyote and it was gone too (although it was a very dark night).
This all happened at 12:30 am
The next morning I woke up to a phone call telling me my best friend had died in Norway. He died at 6:30 am local time… 12:30 am my time.
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