Among many things that happened to us (doors opening and closing, someone walking up and down the stairs every night) I have see the good and the bad of these spirits.

When I was 11 years old I finally got my own room. Being the youngest of four this was a very big deal to me…like a right of passage. I was placed in the smallest room of the house. But I loved it, until that night.

I woke up at 4:12 am and I heard the most horrible noise. It was like someone being tortured. I couldn’t sleep for the rest of the night. I ended up down stairs on the couch. The next night I tried again. And again at 4:12 am I was up. This went on for about two years before I got sick. I found out when I was 14 that I had a very serious case of psoriasis. It may not sound bad but even the doctor I had (and I had many) said that that they had never seen anything like it. This problem made me look like a monster. I was head to toe in it. There were very large patches on my face and back, they were painful. Also it only took a total of three weeks for it to start and grow. I didn’t leave the house for months thinking that I looked like a burn victim. I stayed in my room though and every night at 4:12 am I got woken up by the horrible noise.

My parents got very worried by my behavior and they wanted to seek help for me. I just wanted to get to a library and find out what was in my room.

So it came to me one day to look at the deed. It seems that a young girl about my age was burned, almost to death in my room in 1892. (I obtained this information by the family of the previous owners.) The young girl was in the care of her aunts at the time. They fixed the room after the fire and hid her there like a dirty secret. The girl lived there in that one room for ten years before she committed suicide.

I wasn’t ready to wait ten years for it to stop. But as it turns out I didn’t have to. One night I sat up all night. I just wanted to talk to her and see if I could help. Obviously a girl like that didn’t have many friends and now either did I. I knew that she had something to do with me being like that. I needed answers. 4:12 am came and the screaming started like clockwork. I locked my door and left a note for my parents that whatever they hear they were NOT allowed to open the door. I heard her scream and I started to scream with her. Suddenly she stopped. But I kept screaming. I began to beg her to help me and told her that I know how she feels. I stopped screaming and cried the rest of the night.

The following morning I returned once again to my doctor. He noticed that the marks on my back were fading and that a very large mark on my forehead had gotten smaller and lost some of it’s color. Within three months my skin was as clear as it was before the screaming started.

The noises at 4:12 am stopped. I never heard them again. Maybe this is just in my head but I believe that if it wasn’t for her I wouldn’t have gotten those marks and if it wasn’t for her I wouldn’t have lost them. She did save my life, my fate was close to what hers was. Taking my life wouldn’t have been a problem for me then…I had no life to live.

There is only one other thing that was strange about this story. When I looked at the deed I found the girls name, Sarah. The same as mine.

Do you think that this is possible? I no longer live in the house and have no problems with psoriasis. I am happily married and have a beautiful little girl. Sometimes at night I do wake up at 4:12 am but this time I feel more of a sense of peace than hurt. I don’t hear screaming but it is just a feeling that Sarah is finally at rest.

My father was working late this one October night. It was day light saving time as the sky grew dark early. My mother was visiting a neighbor up the street who always offered her a highball when she visited, my mother never refused an alcoholic beverage.

The woman she was visiting had just lost her husband a month before and so she drank too much then called anyone in the neighborhood and cried about her problems, my mother happened to be the lucky recipient of her call that night. She told my sister and I she would be back in a little while, she was off to help Nancy out. We had already eaten dinner and were feeling a bit spunky with no adult supervision and got bored quickly with the house empty.

My sister Bonnie was a tom boy, always looking out for bugs, rodents, stray dogs and birds that fell out of their nest, hoping to bring them home to make as a pet. My father never let her keep anything, so they did not get along too well. My mother was the sucker for Bonnie’s impulses, she always let her keep her finds, but they had to be well hidden up from my dad, because if her found them, he would make her set them free and yell at her because he wasn’t going to pay to feed any animal, well except his small dog Peppy.

Halloween was in the air, things seemed more spooky, with the sky gone dark, peoples houses were decorated with the scary pumpkin faces on their stairs and sheets hanging from on top the porches made to look like ghosts blowing in the wind.

It was too early to settle down and watch TV, besides no one was in the house to give us directions on what to do, so being kids we decided to take full advantage of this situation and go run around outside. My Mother was 5 doors up and so we did a sneak peek through the house she was in, spying on her and listening to her conversation through the mail box in the door, slowly we would lift it up and could see them talking, sitting on the sofa with their cocktails and yakking.

We couldn’t hear much and what we heard was boring, so we took off back down the street.. running and giggling about being able to spy on our mother and her friend. All of the sudden Bonnie came to a halt, out of the corner of her eye she spotted something dark flapping around on another neighbors lawn.

She gasped. “Linda look at this!” What is it?” I said back. Her voice had excitement as she came closer for inspection I could hear her gasp again saying “Oh my God, I think it’s a bat!” She was all too excited with her find. A bat! I thought, how spooky to find one days before Halloween, I knew the stories about rabies and bats so I was cautious about approaching any closer and allowing Bonnie to do what she does best, which is rescuing hurt, weird animals.

She called out with urgency “Go get something I can put it in!” I said back “Like what?” I didn’t want to go looking all around for something on an errand for her. “Go get a bucket or something I can use, something with a lid or some sort of top, and would you hurry up!” She said loudly back to me.

I took off running across the street to our house, looking frantically for something to put a stupid bat in, I was really more excited then I let on. Finding a bat at Halloween time, what were the chances and what possibly could it all mean? It was eerie weird feeling I had inside.

Frantically looking around I finely came on an old Halloween bucket that we used last year, it was faded from leaving it in the sun all year it closely resembled a fade dirty ice cream container. Bonnie kept her turtle in this container until it died, “this will have to do”, I thought. I snatched it up and came running back to where Bonnie was. She quickly snatched it away from me, taking the lid from the bucket she put the bucket upside down on top of the bat then with the lid she scooted it inside, quickly flipping it over and securing the lid on, she stood up with a grin as wide as one of the pumpkins on one of the porches we were near. She could not be happier with her odd pet find.

We both ran back home wanting to see it in some light Bonnie commented on the way that she wanted to bring it to school the next day to show everyone.. I got was afraid of it, I worried but not letting on to Bonnie how scared I was.. I thought “Could it get out in our house and then we would then have a bat somewhere hiding and waiting for us to fall asleep so it could bite our neck and drink our blood?.. Oh no way I thought, I’m out of here. SO I took off outside where I was safe from the latent vampire… I ran as fast as I could up to were my mother was and furiously banged on Nancy’s door.. Nancy answered the door and I say ” I want my Mom” Jumping up and down with excitement, before she ever got a chance to say anything.. She looked over at my mother and said “your wanted at the door my dear”.

My mother approached the door with an unpleasant look on her face, and said “What do you want?” I said in a hurried voice with as much excitement an 11 year old could muster up and blurted out ” Mom Bonnie found a bat on Carmen’s lawn she has it in the house. I was out of breath and panting, when my mother said, Sorry Nancy but I guess I better go see what the hell is going on over there.

I think the reason why my mother always sided with Bonnie when it came to her strange obsession with creatures is because she was once like how Bonnie is now.. She seemed to be just as excited as Bonnie was. On our walk down the street, my mother said something that sort of scared me and made my mind start thinking.. She said “Finding a bat just before Halloween, this must be an omen”. What’s an Omen? Why did she look funny when she said it? I remembered that word from scary movies like Rosemary’s baby and others, all I knew is it wasn’t a good term used everyday. My mother was always saying things that scare me, she wasn’t like other mothers I knew, she had certain physic powers of sort, she would always have dreams that came true and not to mention all the times I tried to lie to her and she would wake up the next day telling me what her dreams told her and how she knew I lied because of her dreams. She had always been in the occults, her mother likewise, raised all her children to believe in them too. My grandmother used to conduct séances with my mother and her twin sister present, she used to scare me with her stories.

The scariest story she ever told me was when she was sleeping one night after she was married and woke up all of the sudden and saw woman standing at the foot of her bed. The woman was dressed like someone from the Victorian era with a long empire dress on and her dark brown hair in a Gibson style bun on top of her head.. It scared my mother so bad that it went away. The next morning she called her mother and told her what happened and described the woman to (my grandmother) and she said “From the way you described her, I think you saw my Mother!” “She was probably trying to tell you something, so next time she comes to you don’t be afraid, just listen to her and what she has to say, it must have been important!” This is something I never wanted to experience, never, never, never do I want to see a dead person at the foot of my bed in the middle of the night.. So night time was scariest for me in fear of seeing something like my mother saw.

My mother opened the door to find Bonnie kneeling on the floor with an ice pick in her hands poking a hole in the top of the plastic bucket so the bat could breath. Mom said to Bonnie, “You know Bonnie with bats it could be very dangerous, so don’t touch it whatever you do.” Bonnie smiled from ear to ear staring at it through the see through plastic lid with holes in it. My mother once again commented on how odd it was to find a bat at Halloween time. Bonnie was proud because no other kid on the block had a bat at Halloween time she could not stop grinning.

After carefully considering the situation, my mother told Bonnie she could only keep it over night in the basement then she must take it to the hills behind our house and let it go. Not only could it have rabies, because it’s out of it’s normal patter of flying at night, it might be injured and die and could bite you if you get too close and who knew if it had lice either. So Bonnie agreed to let it go in the morning, and headed to the basement when there was a knock at the door.

The knock scared us because the house had gone silent for a few moments when Bonnie was about to pick up the bat taking it to the basement. It was my friend Crystal coming to play, she had a Ouija board in her hands, it gave me the creeps just looking at it, with all the weird lettering on it. My mother said, “Oh Crystal what you got there?” Then told us to be careful because it’s not a toy. Even my mother the physic and someone familiar with the occults was weary of the Ouija board. Bonnie was downstairs playing with her new pet, who knows what she was up to down there probably finding a good spot to hide it from my father. Crystal and I took the board into the kitchen while my mother turned on the TV and quietly smoked her cigarettes while we played.

Crystal set it on the table and started off telling me how to hold on to the disc, and said we need to ask it questions and then it will answer us. So crystal started out first asking it questions, stupid ones like, “What was I in another life?” The Ouija would answer back. “You were a needle in Gods eye!” I thought Crystal was moving it because it seemed to move in such an easy way, but she swore she wasn’t. So next it was my turn. OK I will ask the same, ” What was I in the life before?” “You were a nail in God hand”, it answered” Shoot it keeps saying the same stuff I said”. OK, lets try something else. OK “What boy’s do I like?” It answered back, “GO TO HELL! Crystal laughed, and said, “OK who will I marry?” It said back, “You will marry the devil.” I didn’t like this board it was starting to scare me, because no matter what question we asked it said something not so nice.

We continued.. I asked the stupidest question of them all, “Is there a spirit in our house now?” It did something that shocked us both.. It started pointing rapidly back and forth to each letter, bam bam bam one after another until all the letter in a row spelled out “WEREHERE” It took us a few moments to figure out what it said and when we did see what it was we both got scared and let out a girlie scream. My mother shouted back to us to keep it down. But we continued to ask it more. “What were the name’s of the spirits in the house?” Spelling out words, and names we could not understand. Then again I asked it, “where did you come from?” It spelled out “HELLWHEREYOURGOING.” We let out another small scream then stopped ourselves by placing our hands over our mouth so my mother wouldn’t hear us. This time my mother got up to see what was going on, she said all of the sudden she had a bad feeling come over her and wanted us to stop it now. Too late, Crystal asked something else. Quickly my mother grabbed a pen and paper next to the phone in the kitchen, seeing how fast it was going she wanted to know what it was saying and then proceeded to record the letters it was forming… Now this time the board was faster then ever and it seemed like we no longer had control over what it was saying or doing. For a minute I thought, If I were to let go, it would move by it’s self. That’s how thick the stench of fear was in that room, even my mother was feeling uneasy and frightened as she jotted down each letter it spelled out.

“WEREHEREANDWEWONTLEAVENOW” My mother wrote as fast as the pointer pointed to the letter, then it started using swear words one after another until my Mother loudly screamed at us, “TAKE YOUR HANDS OFF IT NOW!” It was frightening! You could feel the cold chill, and the look on my mothers face was more frightening as she separated the letters making sense of the long word. We begged her to tell us what it said. “WE ARE HERE AND WE WONT LEAVE NOW” she read it to us, as we both looked at each other and got teary eyes with fright. Looking at my mother I could see her fear too, which caused me to panic even more.

Just then we heard Boom Boom Boom Boom, coming up the back stairs. We all turned towards the back door frightened as to what or who it was running up the back stairs, it was Bonnie aggressively swinging open the back of the kitchen. She was frightened and had a look on her face that described it all. She was almost about to cry, running over to my mother she said gasping for breath with white-ish colored lips! “Something touched me downstairs” she said as her bottom lip was quivered, then something slapped my back, no ones down there mom, and something slapped my back!”

My mother gasped! Lifting her shirt, she could see the red mark on her back! Bonnie, still in shock said “and I heard a voice say something,” then she started to cry full blown not being able to get out what she heard. We were about to pee our pants hearing this, OH MY GOD I moaned with an uneasy sick feeling inside my stomach. My mother said “What did it say Bonnie?” She was determined to get it out of her but in a calm fashion as to not scare us. Bonnie, nuzzling her face in my mothers chest, then cried more just thinking about it. She uttered while still crying, “It said, You hate your mother!”

My mother comforted us by telling us “It’s OK!” Nothing is going to happen, but this is enough! “That’s it,” she said, “Crystal put that thing on the coffee table and don’t forget to take it home with you! You three go outside for a few minutes, to cool down and just play! It’s going to be all right, just go get some fresh air.” Crystal placed the Ouija board on the coffee table as instructed, and my mother was walking to the bathroom. Bonnie and I followed closely behind Crystal. I was touching the door after Bonnie went through, ready to pass through the open door myself last, when all of the sudden something from the corner of my eye went flying across the front room and went swishing by my mother then crashing on the bedroom floor next to the bathroom.

My mother shouted out, “WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?” I couldn’t believe I SAW SOMETHING FLY THROUGH THE HOUSE SO FAST! I couldn’t even tell what it was but we all heard it crash. My mother came running out of the bathroom thinking we threw something and we all three swore it was none of us that did anything. She turned on the light in the bedroom to see what it was that hit the so hard that it left a nick in the hardwood floor.

“What was on the table next to the Ouija Board” she said? Then spotting it under the bed she said “Oh My God, this is interesting!” It was her camera, she left laying on the coffee table that was right next to the Ouija board Crystal laid down. The camera had been broken with such force she knew none of us could have done that. It was mostly made of metal and plastic but was broken into a lot of pieces. She quickly grabbed the film that had been exposed and commented how she would take it to the pharmacy in the morning and try to get the film developed and see if there was anything on it. Crystal was told she needed to go home and to never bring that thing back to our house again by my mother.

Bonnie and I were shaken up over this ordeal and I’m sure that walk home for Crystal was one she will never forget. Walking home in the dark, with a spooky Ouija board in her arm that had caused so much trouble in one household.

Halloween night while Bonnie and I were out trick or treating we saw a bat fly overhead, making this the most frightening Halloween in our life. Who is to say, if it was the bat Bonnie found or not checking up on us or in some way showing us that we now opened the door to evil in our home and in our lives.

A week later the film was developed and the pictures that came out were that of a hazy black figure on a smoky like horse that looked very spooky. My mother said “never again we will have a Ouija board in the house.”

That Halloween was the creepiest I had ever experienced with the black bat and the Ouija Board. I have never had any desire to play with another one since, and raising my own four children I would never allow them to play with such a dangerous tool letting something happen to them like it to did to us that Spooky Halloween. There were many sleepless night in that house after that occurrence.

As adults all us children would bring up that happening and explore the different things we experienced in that house. Like being alone in a room and all of the sudden something overcomes you with such a fright you have to run fast as you can to get away! Or the feeling of being watched. Even my father, years later, who is nothing but a hard nosed skeptic and realist commented on hearing voices and feeling something poke him in his ribs one night while down there in the basement.

One never knows who or what is waiting behind those doors, waiting for a chance to come into your life and your home to take up permanent residence with you, watching you, touching you, whispering in your ear when your not aware of their presence. Once that door is open it can never be closed, once you have crossed the line into their dimension.

Written by Linda, Copyright 2009

Here is one of those events:

It was a Monday afternoon about eight years ago. I was with my youngest child, my only daughter, and my husband. It was around 2:00 p.m. and my daughter needed a nap. I took her into my bedroom to lie on my bed to take a nap with her.

My husband decided he wanted to watch a movie, so he lay on the bed with us and began watching a DVD. I was just dozing off when I heard him call my name. Sleepily, I kind of murmured, “huh,” but didn’t open my eyes.

A brief moment later, he said my name again, a little firmer this time. More awake now but still not wanting to wake completely up and still not opening my eyes, I responded, “What?”

He then said very firmly, “Honey, open your eyes.”

When I opened them, I completely freaked out because I thought our house was on fire! All I saw was smoke. I jumped up yelling, “Something is burning!”

I looked at my husband who had a completely bewildered and somewhat scared looked in his eyes and yelled again. “I think the house is on fire! Something’s burning! Don’t you see the smoke? Quick — go see what’s going on!”

My husband, while still acting confused, obediently got up and left the room. Almost immediately, the smoke dissipated. In a matter of seconds it was completely gone, as if it had never been there.

I felt confused and foolish as I tried to come up with a rational explanation for what I had just witnessed. Was I more asleep that I had first thought and woke up in the middle of a dream? Or maybe my contacts had clouded over and “that” was the smoke I thought I saw. A moment later, as I was trying to sort all this out in my head, my husband came back into the room to inform me he had found nothing on fire.

I apologized for my peculiar behavior and explained that my eyes must have been playing tricks on me.

My husband asked, “Didn’t you hear me call your name?”

I answered that I had.

“Do you want to know WHY I was calling your name?”

Again, I answered “Yes.”

He then described how, as he was lying there watching his movie while my daughter slept and I was drifting off to sleep, a smoky apparition appeared above me. He said it was the size and the shape of a man. He said he watched it hover above me, then come down directly on top of me, which was when he began calling my name.

He said, “When you woke up and thought you saw smoke, you were looking directly into the apparition.” When I asked him why he didn’t explain all that when I yelled the house was on fire he stated that he was so freaked out and confused himself, he didn’t know what to do or think, so he just did what I asked, which was go look for a fire.

My first real poltergeist experience happened when I was about five years old. It was late at night and I was awoken by a sound coming from the dining room. I heard the dinner table chairs roughly sliding against the tile floor. When I finally realized I was awake and not dreaming I became horrified. A few seconds went by the chairs suddenly stop moving. Then the ever most terrifying thing happened. I heard an unearthly woman’s voice call to me. The voice sounded like it came from the kitchen adjacent to the dining room. I can’t recall everything she said but I’m pretty sure she was just saying my name over and over. The hardest thing I had to do was get out of bed and run like heck to my mother’s bedroom across the pitch black hall. Eventually, after the paralysis wore off, that is exactly what I did. I remember tripping on the laundry basket as sneaking over to my mom’s side of the bed. I didn’t want to wake her and be sent back to my room. She woke up immediately when I crawled into her arms. She told me it was just a nightmare and to go back to my room. She had to turn on my bedroom light and walk me to bed. Naturally I couldn’t fall asleep for quite some time that night, even with my twin sister asleep in the room. I remember having to stare at our Dr. Seuss light fixture for comfort. Every time I glanced at the bedroom door I would quiver intensely. I did not dare go investigate the kitchen or dining room until the next morning.

Of course everyone laughed at me the next day when I explained exactly what happened. My older brother and dad even had an on-going joke about the “ghost chair” (which was the only unassigned chair when the five of us were eating at the dinner table.) They would kid and demand my mother to fix up a plate of food for the ghost. I kept thinking to myself one day they’ll see.

That day wasn’t too far away, at least for my brother and sister. A few years later on a stormy early evening, the three of us were left home alone. At that time our brother was old enough to baby-sit us but too immature to properly company us. He used to tease us all the time about ghosts. “Ghostbusters” had just come out in the theater so of course that was still fresh in everyone’s mind. One time he even made, what he convinced us to believe, a PK meter that would indicate if ghosts were near by. The little stick on the home-made PK meter would move sporadic-like so he would tell us that this house was haunted and filled with ghosts. But during this occasion, he decided to just tell us scary stories instead. With the lightning, loud thunder, our parents gone and my brother’s wickedness, we became two very scared little girls. My brother eventually came to his senses and then tried to comfort us. He kept trying to reassure us that ghosts are make-believe. Then he said these words, which I will never forget… “There is no such thing of ghosts; if there was they would show us a sign.” BOOM! Instantly after those words came out of my brother’s mouth, all the lights went out. They eventually came back on a couple seconds later. My brother never teased us about ghosts since.

That incident may not sound tremendously frightening, but as a child it seemed as if I were living in a horror picture. My next occurrence may very well be the most petrifying. I was about eight-teen or nine-teen years old. My sister and I went for a drive to Siesta Key in Sarasota. The sun was just about setting and we decided, before we go home for the day, we should drive around the Key’s ritzy subdivision to gawk at all the pretty mansions. We came across an empty lot, which is unusual because it was fairly decent in size and located right on the canal. All the other lots in the area consist of massive homes neck and neck of each other. It was so peculiar to see such a large waste of space which had so much value. My sister wanted me to pull over on the curb so we could walk around to go exploring. She said “let’s pretend we own this lot and we’re going to build a big mansion here.” As we were walking through the palmettos further within the lot, a sudden freezing cold chill overcame us and the sky instantly turned grey. My anxious sister said “we need to leave NOW!” She believed she was being intuitive and was shown a sign. She imagined something bad would happen to us if we stayed there. She even said “I think someone is living here like a bum or some crazy person.” “No, it’s okay. We’re fine.” I hesitantly replied; although I started to sense some uncertainty about staying in that lot. She said “well I’m going back to the car.” I then quickly followed her thinking to myself I’m brave but not brave enough to be here alone.

We drove off into the subdivision to complete our little adventure in searching for a favorite mansion to drool over. It was now officially night time so we agreed to head out. As trying to find the exit of the Key we unintentionally came across our vacant lot. I stopped the car positioned head on so we could glance at it one more time. Because it was dark out we could see the lights from another home on the opposite side of the canal glaring through the trees.

My sister said “oh look! You can see through those people’s windows over there.” We both were staring at the same spot and then that’s when it happened. A silhouette of man or creature appeared before us, maybe about twenty or thirty feet from the car. It looked like it was staring at us with evil intentions. The odd thing was that this shadow had no face. He was completely transparent. “Do you see what I see?” my sister muttered. I said “Yup.” I don’t think I ever pealed out of somewhere so fast than I did that day. We were frightened but it made for a good laugh on our way back home.

Up until then I never really felt threatened by a ghost; before they would just make themselves known. This one was different. He made it extremely obvious he did not want our presence on his territory. I would imagine he must have made attempts to horde off any other unwanted guests; after all it was the only empty lot in the whole neighborhood.

My only other evidential ghost encounter up to date occurred about two years ago. One late night I was sitting in my driveway trying to contact my spirit guide who I call Sunbeam. Spirit guides are thought to be predestined spirits who help guide us (subconsciously) through our lifetimes, similar to the belief of guardian angels protecting us. When I communicate with Sunbeam I don’t physically see her or hear her voice. I just talk to her as if I am saying my prayers out loud. While sitting there rambling I abruptly noticed, to my left, a luminous apparition of a fair skin woman with long blond wavy hair floating down the street about three feet above the ground. She was wearing a soft blue and white renaissance-like gown and some sort of hat or veil. The instant we made eye contact she vanished before my eyes. I assumed I saw my spirit guide but I didn’t have that comforting feeling I often felt when I’d communicate with her. Plus that wasn’t how I envisioned her. If anything I thought she would look like just a ball of energy if she chose to appear to me. At times I believe that spirit guides do not prefer to appear to us because they have no desire to prove themselves to us. I then realized I had just seen a ghost.

My theory on ghost or lost souls is that they are deceased people who some how get stuck in a parallel dimension in between Earth and the Afterlife. I don’t think everyone will become a ghost after they die. Only those who do not want to face the reality of dying or those who felt they did not want to leave here with any unresolved issues, are the ones who get trapped in this realm. The amount of time as a ghost varies for each individual. Some could be a ghost for centuries or more, some could be one for a couple weeks. It’s not uncommon for someone, after they die, to linger around as a ghost for a little while before they cross over and “head towards the light.” Some may be confused or in denial and need extra guidance or confirmation of their death. Once they accept their death they should be able to go Home.

If ever encountering a lost soul it is important to tell them they are dead and assure them that they will be okay if they just trust life and have faith. No matter what religion they were, or if not religious at all, they all still go to the Afterlife which is our true home. Keep in mind they cannot physically harm you. Most are just depressed and have no intention of hurting anyone.

Ghost encounters can be very overwhelming. During an encounter many people say they felt an eerie and cold presence. I suggest that feeling we get isn’t because ghosts are dangerous or evil, but possibly because we sympathize with their pain.

-Lori Ann Alvarez

John saw a ghost. I’ve been with this man for almost 28 years…and he has never, ever, ever….physically seen a ghost…that is…until today. I was in the kitchen making lunch, John walked in from the back door to go to the bathroom. Next thing I know, John is standing in the kitchen, with this big shocked look on his face. He tells me “I just saw something….I just saw a ghost!” I asked him what happened…and this is what he told me: “I came inside to go to the bathroom…when I walked in to the kitchen….I saw, what I thought was Corey walk by the kitchen doorway and go in to the living room. When I went to the bathroom, I could hear Corey’s shower going. Right then and there, I knew….what I saw couldn’t have been Corey….he’s taking a shower. And you’re in the kitchen and Justin was with me on the back patio!” He then went on to say that it was when he realized Corey was taking a shower, what he saw couldn’t have been Corey. I asked him “If you didn’t see Corey, why did you assume it was Corey? Did this thing you saw look like Corey?” He said “No, it was just a black shadowy kind of figure….but I assumed it was Corey, because who else would it be?” Well…its official….my husband, has finally seen what we have all been telling him all these years we see. I can’t say that I’m happy or relieved….because frankly….I’m worried what he saw was the same figure I saw in the doorway the night before. And, frankly….I worry what this energy is up to. Because I didn’t get a good feeling when I saw it…and for my husband to see it (assuming it’s one of the same)…..it doesn’t sit right with me. To me, this thing is being very bold….and I worry whether it’s just something passing through or it’s going to stick around for a while and cause problems. But it’s official…..my husband has finally seen his first ghost.

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