AUNT ROSE It was a hot summer night and I decided to go over to stay at my friend Anna's house for the night. Her mother was going out and her brothers went to a party because they were on vacation from college. We were all alone up stairs sitting on her mother's bed talking about how we would be scared if a ghost came up to us. I said I would do exactly what my grandmother said to do, tell them they were dead to go to the other side. Later that night, we were in her room watching TV and Anna got thirsty, so we decided to go down stairs to get her a drink. The kitchen was dark like every other room down there so we turned on the light. I told her that her perfume smelled good and she told me she wasn't wearing any. I told her it smelled like rose oil. She got her drink and we were just sitting down talking when we heard a light breathing and something loud move or fall in the next room. I whispered and asked her if some one was in her house. We searched through every room and turned on all the lights and never saw anything. The smell of rose oil was very strong in existance though. We went back into the kitchen and sat down. Well, from the kitchen you can see the dining room through an opening in the wall and the entrance. I heard the breathing again and looked up and I saw a flash of light and her curtain move far to the right and then back again as if some one walked past it. I got scared and started to cry. She asked me what was wrong and I said did you see that? She said that she saw the curtain move but nothing more. We heard things comming from upstairs so we laid on the couch for the rest of the night until her brother got home and we made our way upstairs. I couldn't understand why I smelt the strong smell of rose oil. We woke up the next morning and went into her mothers room, (because her mothers room is next to the stairs) and we noticed her mother's roses that she had just got the night before had the pedals taken off and neatly placed in a circle around the vase. We walked down stairs and talked to her mother. Her mother noticed the roses too and thought that it was odd. She told me her sister Rose was fond of roses and she was passed away. I thought now was a good time to bring up the rose oil. Her mother said that her sister always wore rose oil. Could it have been my friends Aunt Rose that scared me half to death, or was it just the heat playing games with our imagination? A GOOD FRIEND AND DANCING LOVERS I have had PLENTY of experience with paranormal and ghosts and plenty of scary incidents. I get really scared to the point where I cant sleep at night, and I'll just stay up and watch TV all night. Sometimes if I fall asleep....I wake up to my CD player full blast *which is seriously loud, with surround sound and I ALWAYS keep it on 12 even though it goes to 20* and it will wake me up at full blast 20 dead in the middle of the night. But thats not the story Im here to tell... One day in mid August my Uncle Tom went to visit my Grandfather who lived alone in his home. My Grandfather went outside for a minute to get the mail and he came back in with a great big smile on his face. My Uncle Tom asked him "Whats the big grin about Dad...did the neighbor lady wave to you again?" My Grandfather kind of chuckled and said " No no...look out the window!" So my Uncle walked over to the window "Dad, I dont see anything" My Grandfather kind of looked at him funny "What do you mean you cant see anything? Cant you see him? Its my good ole pal Eddie out there by the tree." My Uncle looked again "Dad, I dont see anything" By this time my Gramps was getting kind of mad. "Goddamnit Tom, how the hell cant you see him? He is standing right there smiling next to the man in black and the lady dancing around the tree!" My Uncle immediatly put my Grandfather to bed and called my Aunt. He agreed he'd stay with my Grandfather for the night and bring him to the hospital in the morning. Then my Uncle was kind of scared because he remembered that Eddie was my Grandfathers old best friend that passed away 2 years ago. In the morning my Uncle woke up and went to my Grandfathers' room and saw he wasnt there. So he looked out the window and he saw him by the tree. So my Uncle walked outside and said "Dad, we're going to go somewhere...come on get into the car." My Grandfather was talking to thin air, looked over at my Uncle and said "Oh hi Tom, they want me to go with them. I learned their names. The one in black is Howard, and the woman is Antoinette." At that moment my Uncle grabbed my Grandfathers' hand and led him to the car. When they got there, the doctor said he was completely healthy, no problems what so ever, no alstimers or anything like that. So they drove home and my Grandfather greeted the house with a big smile. As soon as he got out of the car he walked over to the tree and started laughing. My Uncle went into the house, and called my Aunt and told her he would be staying awhile until he is sure dad was alright. For the next two months, my Grandfather went on looking out windows, smiling, laughing, talking to the tree outside, and spending hours by the tree just talking. He kept talking to my Uncle saying "They want me to go with them, they want me to go" One morning my Uncle woke up, and already knew my Grandfather would be outside because thats where he was every morning talking to the tree. He walked out to bring him a cup of coffee. As he walked out he looked up and saw my Grandfather standing at the tree, with Eddie, the man dressed in black named Howard, and the mysterious woman dancing named Antoinette. My Grandfather gave my Uncle a quick wave and a smile and vanished with his friends. By that time my Uncle dropped the cup of coffee and ran upstairs to see my Grandfather lying in his bed, dead. He ran downstairs and called 911, and then he called my Aunt. The Doctors said they didn't know what took him, he had nothing wrong with him, but they blammed it on a stroke. After the funeral, it was time to clean out the house. My Uncle and my Dad, and my two Aunts went to the shed to clean the stuff out. There they found a picture of Antoinette and Howard, on their wedding day...dated back to 1898. Also a picture on Antoinette dancing, in what looked like a competition. My Uncle did some research in the local library about the obituaries. One dated back on June 16, 1898....Howard and Antoinette Lyndon died from a house fire, and were burried in their back yard. They came back with Eddie, but who knows why? Howard still his dashing self, Antoinette still dancing with a passion, and Eddie, cracking jokes like old times...he wasnt crazy after all... Things happen, and my Grandfather went in a good way, making friends while doing it and meeting up with an old one. He's probably up there now laughing about old times with Eddie, and Howard and Antoinette in love as always dancing endlessly forever.... Ive had many encounters myself...as far as candles flickering, seeing orbs race across my room, hearing footsteps getting closer, doors opening and closing...and other grandfather stories. Contact me here: talkitive_erin@hotmail.com & shibbydooshia182@yahoo.com Submitted From: Erin, New York, USA