Boo_Boo Loc: Jellystone

It is almost Halloween and time to tell ghost stories..... something that happened to you, someone you know, or a tale passed down in your town.

I will start.... and just add your stories. Let us see how many goose bumps we can generate.

So... my story. Right after hurricane Florence, it began to rain in my little part of the world. Many creeks and streams overflowed and trees came down. I was on my way home when I saw a person walking up the road. People in my village stop to help strangers, it is just who we are. So, although I was alone and it was night and I really wanted to get home.... I stopped to give this young man a ride. I say young because he looked almost ageless and to top off his unlined face, his hair was snow white. He told me that he was trying to get to town. He was walking in the wrong direction... I told him to hop in and I then turned around and we began to talk. He was chatty and good company. About a half mile from town he asked me to do him one more favor. Of course, if I could. He said.... please do not take your normal route home. I turned to face him to ask why... but, he was gone. Only a empty seat. Okay, I was tired, I may have imagined him.... so I turned around to go home, but I did not go my normal route... When I got home, my cousin said he had been trying to call me because the bridge had just washed out. I was within 10 minutes or so of hitting that bridge going 60 MPH. The bridge is almost concealed, it is on a curve and the drop off is impressive. Guardian Angel? Or just an old woman's imagination due to being very tired.

Your turn.

ACP45 Loc: Rhode Island

Many years ago, when I was a young driver, I was stopped at the end of a road where I could only make a right or left turn. I was about to turn left when I got a very vivid mental warning not to proceed. I waited there for another couple of seconds, and a car raced by me at a very high rate of speed (probably 50 or 60 MPH). There is no way that he would have been able to stop in time before hitting me. I did not hear or see the vehicle, ... only the strong mental warning to not move. I will never forget that moment, and the intuition, or warning that I received.

pafret Loc: Northeast

I had a contentious relationship with my Mother-in-Law for many years until circumstances forced her to come live with her two daughters. Having to live in close proximity with this domineering woman exacerbated the contentions. The woman simply could not mind her own business and realize she was not in charge or making the rules on child rearing or anything else. I was Pater Familias and not meek in asserting my authority over the family or willing to relinquish it.

My wife was an amiable person who always tried to avoid dissension, particularly with her Mother. She would actually lie when interrogated by her Mother about anything she knew would displease her and set off one of her rants. I took the Matador approach and shook the red f**g in front of her face at every opportunity.

She alternated living between daughters and only switched when she had worn out her welcome. The mother-in-law went to live with the other daughter, as was her custom after she had built animosity and strife to a crescendo amongst my children, wife, and me, mostly against her. While there, she went shopping and as usual when she came home was ranting about the "rude" clerks and people she had encountered.

She worked herself into such a frenzy over imagined slights that an aneurysm burst in her Aortal artery. She was dead in two minutes, with her Saccharine laden coffee still untouched on the table.

After the funeral, my wife never altered anything in her bedroom; it was almost maintained as a shrine. I regarded this as not healthy for her sanity and a waste of a lot of space, but to avoid strife with my wife I left it alone.

Shortly after my mother-in-law's death, I and others began seeing strange lights moving toward the stairwell, without there being any possibility of reflections from outside. This persisted for years. With the flash occurring during the day and the night. The flash always gave the impression of something moving but no one ever glimpsed what it was.

I was alone in my home, sitting at my computer, in the downstairs family room, when I saw the flash of light out of the corner of my eye. This time it was followed by loud, distinct, footsteps up the stairs and across the kitchen floor. I had shouted out "Who's home?", when they started and got no response. Two more call-outs got no response so I charged up the stairs two at a time and got to the kitchen to find no one. A search of the rooms showed I was still alone despite the deliberate footfalls going up the stairs and across the floor. I was not mistaken in what I heard.

A little later one of my son's girlfriends was visiting and staying for the weekend. She was using the mother-in-law bedroom, which opened into the family room. After the first night I went down to use my computer and found the girl sleeping on one of the couches. When she awoke I questioned her on why she was using a couch instead of the double bed and she stated, "Every time I began to doze off, the bed began shaking and twisting. It was so bad that the legs came up off the floor and thumped down. After two or three tries I gave up and came out here. Something in there doesn't want me sleeping in that bed".

Being the first to report these phenomena she wasn't completely believed. In rapid succession there were two more reports of the same or similar activity, by two others who were unaware of the previous history. One person had the pictures on the wall keep popping off their holders, particularly the one above his head on the bed. The other experienced tchotchkes flying off shelves for no reason and also the bed shaking and twisting.

I took action by contacting my Parish priest and asked him to come bless the house again. Then when my wife was out I went into the lion's den and declaimed loudly:

"Listen well you old bat. I have called the Priest to bless this house and if you do not depart I will search heaven and hell to find a means of making your current existence intolerable. You have tormented this family long enough in life and it will not be tolerated in death. Be gone, you foul fiend, you are not wanted or welcome here any longer; go to wh**ever judgment awaits you."

Either the priests blessing or my peroration did the trick, none of us have seen a flash of light since; subsequently, that room has been used by many people without incident.

Spooky? The three people who stayed in that room when the fireworks happened were visibly shaken and unwilling to spend a second night there. My children had many tales of their own about ghostly occurrences, which only after the obvious manifestation did they reveal. The door to that room was normally open but sometimes it would b closed and locked from the inside. When they attempted opening the lock, with a long pick, something would fall off a shelf in the room. Pottery was found shattered on the floor many times. I can understand their reluctance to speak out; no one believed me when I told them that there were footsteps without any feet.

My own reaction was testosterone-fueled rage that this woman, who once pulled a knife and threatened to stab me, was still harassing my family in death. I meant what I said and she was well aware that I would follow through.

TexaCan Loc: Homeward Bound!

Nine years ago my sister passed away. Several months later after my husband had gone to work I had cuddled up on the couch and turned the tv on. Soon I had fallen asleep. I was dreaming an unremarkable dream and all of a sudden the dream stopped and I was in an empty white space, no walls , just white all around! My sister started walking toward me and I ran to her! She was 8 years older and we were exceptionally close! We were always going to grow old together and rock on the porch in our rocking chairs. Information passed between us without actual words. Then I heard a baby laughing and I saw a baby appear on a table beside me. I asked her whose baby it was and she picked her up and handed her to me. She had on a little pink dress with a pink bow in her hair. She said, "She is your baby!" I wrapped my arms around her and laid my check against her hair. She had lots of very dark beautiful wavy-curly hair. I had a very early miscarriage, it was so early that I only suspected I had been pregnant. I was younge and my son was about 2 years old so I didn't dwell on it. It was years later that I thought that I really had a miscarriage. I was not able to have any more children. I spent many years absolutely grieving for not being able to have more children.
After hugging my daughter I said to my sister, "Promise you'll come back to see me". And she replied, " you know that's not possible. " I told her that I knew she couldn't! She smiled at me and then they were gone!
I know this sounds very strange and if someone had of told me this story, I would have to have really trusted the person to even begin to believe it! My sister brought my baby to me and I know they are waiting for me.
This only made my faith that much stronger! BJW

Boo_Boo Loc: Jellystone

Wow.... I believe you. They are waiting for you.... when you are reunited, it will seems as if no time has passed.

Boo_Boo Loc: Jellystone

I believe you and this gave me goose bumps. I think that some folks who pass do not go to where they belong and they hang around. They may not go because they are afraid or they may not have finished an important task.

Boo_Boo Loc: Jellystone

Your guardian angel was whispering in your ear....

Peewee Loc: San Antonio, TX

My first wife was Hispanic and was mostly a wonderful wife. She was very jealous of me talking to any woman she didn't know. After we had been married about a year, I was looking for one of my old photo albums. I finally found it and every picture of any girl I had in it was gone. I confronted my wife, who finally admitted she had destroyed them. I said if you ever do something like that again we are going to have serious problems. Some of those pictures were of my cousins and none of them were ex-girlfriends. A few weeks later I was getting dressed and looking for my shoes. Couldn't find them and bent down to look under the bed. A bowl was under the bed, pulled it out and it contained a raw egg and a red thread. I knew it was some type of black magic occult crap. I told her this is your last warning, if you ever do this stuff again, I will divorce you. A few months later she went to visit her aunt whom she was very close to and whose husband was dying of cancer. They lived about a mile from us. The phone rings and my wife is crying hysterically and I couldn't understand her, so I hopped into my car and sped over to her aunts home. I could hear them wailing so entered the home without knocking. Went to the room they were in and her uncle was sitting up on his deathbed cursing God and everybody and everything. I said loudly in the name of Jesus Christ be gone evil spirit. He shut up but continues to hiss, then he jumped out of bed backed against the wall and crawled up the wall backward like a spider until he was on the ceiling. I was terrified but said once again, In the name of Jesus the Christ be gone, depart this home. Then her uncle dropped to the floor the room became normal and we got him back into bed. Calmed the women down a little and called some of her other family members who came over, and took my wife home. I filed for divorce a few days later. That was my first and only encounter with a demon. I never want another one. My hair started turning grey a few weeks later. Absolutely the most terrified I have ever been in my life. I have never doubted God or Jesus since then or anything in the Bible and totally believe in a supernatural dimension. I've seen it with my own eyes. I stopped celebrating Holloween, Santa Clause, and the Easter Bunny ever since then. Things of this world no longer frighten me at all. That's when I started my research into fallen angels. This is my first and only time to tell this story. I do not like remembering it and I don't care if you don't believe it. Hope it helps someone. The demon didn't leave because I was brave, because I wasn't, he left because Jesus is King of Kings and is more powerful. He is the son of God. The words just came out of my mouth because I was scared and Jesus was the only thing I knew of that could possibly protect me and He did. The name of the Pope, Billy Graham, Budda, Allah, Rabbi Kaduri never entered my mind, only one name, Jesus.

ACP45 Loc: Rhode Island

====
Wow. What a piece of work. It sounds like she had so much nastiness and pent up rage that continued on even in death.

ACP45 Loc: Rhode Island

====
Thanks for sharing.

ACP45 Loc: Rhode Island

====
Thank you too for sharing.

pafret Loc: Northeast

Peewee after an experience like that I would first need to change my pants and then I would join an order of monks, preferably an order that prayed all day. This is truly terrifying. You called on the Big Gun for protection, than God you knew enough to do that.

woodchuck

I was around 13 or so and my friend, Don and I rode our bikes to a nearby town (Enfield, NH) and lake. On the return trip to Lebanon we decided to avoid going up a long hill and take the railroad tracks. The tracks curved around the hill and crossed a running river on a bridge. We couldn’t see the tracks around the curve and the sound of the river over the rocks blocked any sound of an approaching train.

We pushed our bikes across the bridge, stopping along the way to look over the side at the water rushing below. I wondered if the water was deep enough to jump in if the train came around the bend. If not, was there enough room to cling to the side of the bridge without getting hit by a train? I even put my ear to the track wondering if I could hear an approaching train. We probably lingered on the bridge for 5 or 10 minutes. Then out of nowhere my whole being was overcome with the sense that danger was near. I yelled to Don that we needed to get off the bridge NOW. I said ride, don’t push your bike. We made it off the bridge and went off to the side of the tracks when seconds later the train came full speed around the bend.

What was it that warned me to get off that bridge? I can only attribute it to the Holy Spirit or perhaps my Guardian Angel. But even if I had remained on the bridge I wouldn’t have had time to jump in the river or cling to the side.

okie don

It's difficult to understand.
I was thrown out the sunroof of our Honda several years ago.
No broken bones but sore as hell.
I feel there are ' guardian angels'.

Boo_Boo Loc: Jellystone

How the heck did you get thrown out of a sunroof? Anyway, I am glad your guardian angel was looking out for you!

My guardian angle has worked overtime for me.... I once passed through a semi-truck.... I do not know how it happened. I was on a two lane bridge, a big truck in front of me going below the speed limit, with me being late for an appointment. I decided to pass... I was half way to going around the truck when another semi was barreling toward me. I could not go back into the lane I had pulled out of, I had already floored the gas pedal so I could not speed up, hitting the breaks was not an option, and there was no place to go except through the guard rail into the water. I knew I was going to die... and then I was on the other side of the bridge, the semi I was passing was behind me and I could see the other one still going south. I do not know how this happened... other than somehow I passed through the semi.... my heart was not even racing nor did I feel any fear. For more than 30 years I have gone over this.... how did it happen. I do not know even now......other than G*d had other plans for me.