MY PERSONAL GHOST PART III
[My Personal Ghost] [My Personal Ghost Part II]
I've written previously twice. It's been about a
year since my last story about Marc, my personal
ghost. A lot of things have changed in my life
since my last writings but Marc is still here,
and things are still going on.
I've had a hideous time starting November of last
year. My fiancé died in November the Monday
after Thanksgiving, in March two of my best
friends were killed, and in April my grandmother
died after months of agony from breast cancer. I
had to quit my job because she needed 24 hour
care, thousands of dollars in income lost. It
just hasn't been a good time for months.
Things are just now starting to look up.
First of all, I'll start with something unrelated
to Marc that happened.
In mid-March, I was driving with a friend down
the road that my two close friends were killed
on. There's a place of the fence where they died
that we've all placed flowers and crosses and
various other things. Being as I could only find
the time to go that day at night, I wasn't about
to be deterred in going then. So with teddy bear
and flowers in hand, my friend and I started down
the road. There are no street lights, and it's
incredibly dark. Whatever moon may be out is
blocked out by the giant trees on the sides of
the road. The darkness is what caused the deaths
in the first place. So we go to the fence area
and I get out to put my things down. I sat in the
grass for awhile. We had parked our truck so that
the headlights would shine on the fence.
My friend and I were sitting, and I was crying
quietly on his shoulder holding the bear when
both of us heard footsteps, you know when gravel is
pushed around? Well we both looked around but
didn't see anything because it was so dark. In my
teen years I'd walked down this road to meet my
two friends all the time and at night it always
sort of had me on my toes. Well the footsteps
stopped the gravel sound and we heard leaves
crunching. We both felt as if someone had joined
us and expected a dog to be coming around to us
any time, but nothing ever showed up. That sense
of someone else being there never left. The
strangest thing happened shortly after. We heard
tires screeching very close to us. It was so loud
it echoed, and we heard a scream from a girl and
a man's voice yell. I swear to God after that we
heard the bodies hit the truck. Okay hold on. I
have to stop crying to finish.
Alright. Well in case you haven't figured it out,
my two close friends were hit by a pickup truck
while they were walking home.
Well my friend and I are standing there staring
at each other and I totally freaked out because
there was no car on the road. I had a panic
attack and he took me home and I cried for about
2 weeks straight.
Since then, friends of ours
have said that they've driven down that road at
night and heard the tires and the screams, and
neighbours say it wakes them up from time to time.
We're all pretty traumatised about it.
So just as I'm trying to get over this, I have
the whole ordeal with my grandmother in April.
At my grandmother's viewing Krys came along with
me. I mentioned her and how Marc didn't like her
in a previous story. The viewing was pure torture
for me, family all over having come in over the
days since Grandma's death that I hadn't seen in
years, and I had taken things especially hard
because I felt horrid that I hadn't been there
when she passed. We went outside about an hour
into the viewing to smoke a cigarette and a very
old man in a brown dusty suit shuffled up to me
and took my free hand, patted it and said "She's
alright now, kiddo." His hands were so cold it
gave me shivers and he let go and just smiled and
nodded to Krys and walked inside. Later I asked
my mother who he was because I had never seen him
before. She didn't know who I was talking about
and I asked all other relatives that had been
inside AND the funeral director if they had seen
the man. No one knew what I was talking about. I
heard a familiar whisper that night while I lay
in bed with Krys trying to sleep. It was Marc. He
said "Noah" over and over about 5 times. When I
got up the next day I asked my mom if she knew
anyone named Noah and she said the only Noah she
knew was my grandmother's brother that had died
somewhere in the northern states a few years
earlier. I never met him.
I was cleaning out my grandmother's room a few
weeks later after everyone had gone home, and I
found a box of old photographs. I recognized
nearly everyone until I opened a very old book.
Going through the pictures I saw my grandmother's
parents and siblings that I never knew and her
aunts and uncles. Towards the very back was a
newer picture of her in one of her church
dresses, standing next to a man in a brown suit.
The man's face was instantly recognizable as
Noah. The date on the back was January 1997. 2
months before Noah had died.
Talk about being completely freaked out. But
somehow after the chills went away, I felt very
at peace. Why did I see Noah, though? Why me? Why
did everything have to happen to me this year?
I've always been receptive to paranormal things,
but never like this. Never had anyone, not even
Marc, been so real and visible as if it were just
any person on the street. I would still insist it
were a dream if Krys didn't tell me she saw him
too.
Now Marc is the same old Marc he's always been.
Constantly pulling of goofy antics and surprising
the hell out of people around me. But one thing
has changed.
I can see him more clearly now, like I could as a
child. Still blurry, but not just a shadow
anymore, and I can hear his voice. My mother has
heard him too, whispering to her things she has
no idea what to think of. Mostly things that
don't make sense to her. He's told her she
should "listen to the notes with your heart, not
your head." and she just thinks he's nuts. I've
heard him singing on the telephone line very
softly while I was talking to Krys, and I see him
sitting at my kitchen table like he's bent over
paper writing. Why is he coming so clear now? I
ask him and get no answer. It seems that the
tragedies have brought this on, but is it my need
for his support that makes him so easily heard
and seen? I feel a nagging need to understand but
I have no answers so if anyone can figure that
out please let me know.
He's warmed up to Krys,
and never gave any trouble to her new boyfriend
that I've been friends with for a year other than
the usual crazy prank pulling.
But the best, by far, is to see him dance through
the house.
I'm moving to Oz this spring. My hope is that
since Marc has stayed with me this long, he'll go
with me there too.
But as always, I wonder why he's here and if that
psychic in Casadega was right. Will he be with me
for the rest of my life, waiting for me to pass
to be with him? I don't know. But if anyone does,
feel free to enlighten me.
Submitted from:Sara, Florida, USA
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My grandmother and I didn't get along through my
teen years, because I was rebellious and fought a
lot with my mother. I wasn't home with my
grandmother when she died. My mother, aunt and
sister had stayed, the latter two flying in
overnight. The doctor said she had about 4 days
left, so needing a break I went downtown with a
friend to get his tongue pierced for his
birthday. At 8:45 I felt an odd feeling inside
and told him that we had to go back to my house
immediately. The drive back took about 40
minutes, and as soon as I walked through the door
my aunt told me my grandmother had died. I asked
her what time, and she said at a quarter to 9. I
asked what her last words were, and she said that
it was hard to make out, but it was something
like "I love you all. Marc and Grandpa will take
care of me." Then there was a rattle as she took
in her last breath and she was gone. My aunt
asked me who Marc was because my mother was too
hysterical to talk and my sister was busy trying
to get her to calm down, so I told her, and she
said "He's still here?" 
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