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Wilderness Woman
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 Posted - November 02 2007 : 5:23:13 PM
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I still don't know how I feel about psychics. However, I do believe that some people just have a.... sense, a way of knowing something.
My mother is convinced that her mother had this extra "sense." One story in particular she has told me through the years occurred when my mother was a teen-ager. A cousin of hers had stepped on a rusty nail and got tetanus. That was apparently before innoculations for it, or else he had not had one. Of course, it was always fatal, as far as I know.
Anyway, he was very, very sick. My mother and grandmother went to a movie one evening. Right in the middle of the movie, my grandmother leaned over and whispered to my mother, "Bernie just died." My mother had the presence of mind to glance at her watch to note the time.
When the movie was over and they arrived home, my grandfather told them that someone had called to let them know that Bernie died. My mother asked him what time he died. When my grandfather told her, it was the exact same time my grandmother had leaned over to whisper the news.
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RedFraggle
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Posted - November 02 2007 : 8:22:47 PM
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Since we're talking about all things ghostly, I thought I would post this. My youngest sis is an artsy person and has a lot of friends in the art world, including some in film. One of her friends was interning as a film tech and had a chance to work on a commercial. It was shot over a piece of ground that has been rumored to be haunted, since it is very near the site of an old battleground. My sister swears that she can see a "ghostly mist" in the film and hear a "whisper" at the end. It looks like fog and sounds like a bad mic to me, but I'm always a skeptic. What do you guys think? 
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Kaylynn44
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Posted - November 02 2007 : 8:41:45 PM
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I kind of have a ghost story. At least, I think that it was a ghost!!! I may have told this story in another thread, but here I go again.
It was a few years back that my stepdaughter, her mom, and I all went to Savannah, Ga. for a weekend getaway. We went on one of those "ghost tours." It is very interesting walking around an old city like Savannah and hearing the "ghost" tales. Yes, I know that they are very much exaggerated, but we were enjoying ourselves. We were at the last house on the tour, and suddenly I smelled this real sweet smell. It reminded me of some type of sweet tobacco that guys smoke in pipes, but I looked around and nobody was smoking a pipe. As we were walking back to the car,I could still smell the sweet scent and we were away from the rest of the group. I asked Cindy and Phyllis if they smelled anything. Cindy said that she didn't, but Phyllis said that she smelled a sweet scent back at that last house and she still smelled it. I told her that is what I smelled. She said, it sort of smells like pipe tobacco and I told her that I thought the very same thing. Cindy joked that maybe a ghost was following us. Phyllis and I looked at each other like, yep, it's a ghost. Anyway, when we got into the car, the smell went away. After the tour, we decided to go to the beach and walk out on the pier. It was night time and we just wanted to enjoy the night air, even though on the pier it was kind of stinky because people were fishing and all I could smell was fish, so we just stayed a few minutes. On our way walking down the pier toward the car, all of a sudden, the smell was back. Phyllis and I both stopped walking and looked at each other. She asked me if I smelled it and I told her that I did. Cindy thought that her mom and I were just trying to pull her leg because she said that she still couldn't smell anything. The smell lasted again until we got into the car, and then it was gone. We even rolled down our windows to try and smell it, but it was gone. Obviously, out "ghost" didn't like cars, so whenever we got into the car, he would leave. We decided to go back to the house that we were renting on Tybee Island. I just knew that when we got there, we would smell that sweet scent again, but we never did. I was a little disappointed that our ghost was gone. Okay, I know that in my logical mind that there was a reason for the smell, but in my fantasy mind, it was a ghost following us. 
I wish that I had more ghost stories, but that is my one and only encounter with a ghost that didn't like cars. He just liked to walk along with us smoking his pipe. 
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Kaylynn44
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Posted - November 02 2007 : 8:45:20 PM
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Thanks alot Red!!! I really needed that right after recalling my "ghost" experience. 
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Light of the Moon
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Posted - November 03 2007 : 3:21:50 PM
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OMG! RED! That was funny. My kids jumped like 10ft .
Good Story, Kaylynn! I have to agree with you on that.
And WW, yours was super creepy too!
Cool info, Seamus. Really was hoping for something more "spooky" though but still it was very interesting. Took a while to read it all but I'm not complaining. History is sooooooo fascinating I could read about it all day long!
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Wilderness Woman
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Posted - November 03 2007 : 4:03:40 PM
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Cool info, Seamus. Really was hoping for something more "spooky" though but still it was very interesting. Took a while to read it all but I'm not complaining. History is sooooooo fascinating I could read about it all day long!
Light, it wasn't just the history aspect of the story. Did you read what happened to Seamus at the very end? If not, go back and read the last few sentences. The story he told -- the history part, while important in itself -- was the lead-in to what happened to him. Put yourself there where he was, consider what had happened there, and imagine the emotion he was feeling, then think about what happened to him. (No spoilers! Everyone should go read it!)
I don't know about you, but as I said in the thread, I would have hurt myself getting to my car. |
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blackfootblood
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Posted - November 03 2007 : 7:04:11 PM
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Great stories everyone! Thanks for sharing!  |
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Light of the Moon
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Posted - November 04 2007 : 01:38:44 AM
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quote:
Originally posted by Wilderness Woman
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Cool info, Seamus. Really was hoping for something more "spooky" though but still it was very interesting. Took a while to read it all but I'm not complaining. History is sooooooo fascinating I could read about it all day long!
Light, it wasn't just the history aspect of the story. Did you read what happened to Seamus at the very end? If not, go back and read the last few sentences. The story he told -- the history part, while important in itself -- was the lead-in to what happened to him. Put yourself there where he was, consider what had happened there, and imagine the emotion he was feeling, then think about what happened to him. (No spoilers! Everyone should go read it!)
I don't know about you, but as I said in the thread, I would have hurt myself getting to my car.
Oh, I read it. And enjoyed it but it had a lot of history to swallow before getting to the spooky part. But like I said, not complaining in the least. Perhaps I was vague before, so let me clarify. I had expected when I went into it was a short/sweet spooky ghost tale.
It was spooky what happened to our beloved Seamus, just thought we'd get to that part quicker.
Highly recommend everyone to take the time to check out the whole thing!!! |
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Kirachi
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Posted - November 04 2007 : 06:44:46 AM
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Great stories WW, Red and Kay!
This thread has me hooked lol |
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Light of the Moon
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Posted - November 07 2007 : 3:13:52 PM
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Okay, I have another story to share.
Ten years ago I was going through a really rough time with an ex. I kept having these dreams that there was someone else in his life. Then I began finding "hints" that she would leave when she came to call. Finally after three straight months of these dreams and a straight month of her "subtle hints" I began to ask. Of course I got nothing but lies in return.
Then one night my dreams changed. I began dreaming of having a baby with copper skin and black hair. The doctor would always say the same thing, "Sorry, man. But it's not your it's hers." Then he'd hand me my baby. I would be dumbfounded! How did my white butt pop out an indian baby?
Then the dreams changed again. I was chained to a wall in the basement of my ex's parent's house. I couldn't see him as he stood in the shadows. He kept asking me what I wanted and I told him, "To be free." So he came over to me and asked if I was sure. I would nod and beg and he'd finally let me go. I took off at neck breaking speeds up the stairs, with his voice chasing me, asking me to wait and not to leave. I would keep running, without looking back. At the top of the stairs was a door that led to the back yard. I ran through it and was blinded as this bright white light flooded all around me. I kept running, afraid that he would catch me. When my eyes finally adjusted I saw a desert. I slowed down and looked all over to discover I was alone. My clothes had changed too. I was wearing jeans and a t-shirt, now I had on a white sun dress that had a peasant look to it. I remember feeling overwhelming happiness and I took off running further into the desert.
Finally, I heard a giggle and in the distance I saw a wavy image of a little indian girl. I went to her and she kept laughing at me. I smiled at her and asked if I knew her. She said, "You're my mother."
That dream repeated itself three times the only difference was the ending.
On the second dream I stopped running because I heard an eagle cry and saw its shadow pass over me. I turned to look at it but was blinded by the sun. All I saw was it flapping its wings as it landed on top of a cactus and it appeared to have a snake in its talons.
On the third dream I saw the eagle land on the cactus with the snake and look right me. No blinding light in the background. Then I heard the little girl giggle again and turned to see her behind me. I took her hand and said, "Come on, sweetie. Let's go."
Now here's the creepy part. My ex did have an affair. Just a matter of a few weeks after these dreams I met my second husband, by mere chance. He's mayan indian, he's from Mexico City.
Shortly after meeting him I took a trip to Cancun, where the eagle dream came back to me. It lasted every night until I came back home. On the flight to DFW I was looking over a diez pesos that I had brought back as a keepsake and this is when it clicked.
The symbol of Mexico is on the coin. Take a good look at the tales side.
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My first daughter is the same girl I saw in my dream. She was born with copper skin and black hair.
I wrote this dream in my dream journal and showed it to my husband after we were married. Didn't want him thinking I was a bigger nut than he expected me to be (tee-hee). That's when he shared something he had wrote down with me. When he was eight he saw me in a dream and knew, he says he doesn't know how he knew, but he knew he'd find me in Ohio. That is why he went there. When I started working at a restaurant he was shocked to have found me so easily and was determined to get my attention.
It's been 10yrs that we've been together. And I can honestly say I love him more today than I ever have.
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caitlin
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Posted - November 07 2007 : 9:54:56 PM
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Originally posted by Light of the Moon
Okay, I have another story to share.
Ten years ago I was going through a really rough time with an ex. I kept having these dreams that there was someone else in his life. Then I began finding "hints" that she would leave when she came to call. Finally after three straight months of these dreams and a straight month of her "subtle hints" I began to ask. Of course I got nothing but lies in return.
Then one night my dreams changed. I began dreaming of having a baby with copper skin and black hair. The doctor would always say the same thing, "Sorry, man. But it's not your it's hers." Then he'd hand me my baby. I would be dumbfounded! How did my white butt pop out an indian baby?
Then the dreams changed again. I was chained to a wall in the basement of my ex's parent's house. I couldn't see him as he stood in the shadows. He kept asking me what I wanted and I told him, "To be free." So he came over to me and asked if I was sure. I would nod and beg and he'd finally let me go. I took off at neck breaking speeds up the stairs, with his voice chasing me, asking me to wait and not to leave. I would keep running, without looking back. At the top of the stairs was a door that led to the back yard. I ran through it and was blinded as this bright white light flooded all around me. I kept running, afraid that he would catch me. When my eyes finally adjusted I saw a desert. I slowed down and looked all over to discover I was alone. My clothes had changed too. I was wearing jeans and a t-shirt, now I had on a white sun dress that had a peasant look to it. I remember feeling overwhelming happiness and I took off running further into the desert.
Finally, I heard a giggle and in the distance I saw a wavy image of a little indian girl. I went to her and she kept laughing at me. I smiled at her and asked if I knew her. She said, "You're my mother."
That dream repeated itself three times the only difference was the ending.
On the second dream I stopped running because I heard an eagle cry and saw its shadow pass over me. I turned to look at it but was blinded by the sun. All I saw was it flapping its wings as it landed on top of a cactus and it appeared to have a snake in its talons.
On the third dream I saw the eagle land on the cactus with the snake and look right me. No blinding light in the background. Then I heard the little girl giggle again and turned to see her behind me. I took her hand and said, "Come on, sweetie. Let's go."
Now here's the creepy part. My ex did have an affair. Just a matter of a few weeks after these dreams I met my second husband, by mere chance. He's mayan indian, he's from Mexico City.
Shortly after meeting him I took a trip to Cancun, where the eagle dream came back to me. It lasted every night until I came back home. On the flight to DFW I was looking over a diez pesos that I had brought back as a keepsake and this is when it clicked.
The symbol of Mexico is on the coin. Take a good look at the tales side.
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My first daughter is the same girl I saw in my dream. She was born with copper skin and black hair.
I wrote this dream in my dream journal and showed it to my husband after we were married. Didn't want him thinking I was a bigger nut than he expected me to be (tee-hee). That's when he shared something he had wrote down with me. When he was eight he saw me in a dream and knew, he says he doesn't know how he knew, but he knew he'd find me in Ohio. That is why he went there. When I started working at a restaurant he was shocked to have found me so easily and was |
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