I know everyone gets sick of reading the "this is my
friend's story" ghost stories, but every time I hear or
tell this story I get goosebumps and tears come to my eyes,
so I think it is worth reading.
****This is actually two stories in one. They are both
about Grandma liking to visit, but one is about a rose and
the other about elephants. If you want to list them
individually, I don't mind.*******
I've been friends with Cassidy for 10 years now, and I have
no reason not to believe the stories that she and her
mother have told me. Cassidy was actually with me when I
saw a ghost (Church Ghost, February 2001, in case you'd
like to read it). Ok, onto the stories.
Cassidy's mother, Lori, is one of three children. Their
mother died from cancer (I think), when they were pretty
young. One day, Lori and her brother and sister were
playing with a plastic rose (like one in a flower
arangement that would go on a gravestone). They were
sitting in the living room and throwing the rose to each
other, like the "hot potato" game. One of them threw the
rose up high in the air and (as unbelievable as it sounds)
it never came back down. They searched all over the room
and even the rest of the house looking for the rose. Their
father told them they were crazy and they never talked
about it again.
Years later, Lori's sister was sitting at her vanity doing
her makeup before her wedding, wishing her mother was there
to see her. In the vanity mirror you could see her bed on
the opposite side of the room. Lori's sister looked down or
away for a second, and when she looked back, her dead
mother was sitting at the end of her bed holding the rose
they had been playing with as children. She turned around
to make sure she wasn't seeing something in the mirror and
her mother smiled at her and faded away. As she walked down
the aisle, she felt a warm glow around her.
*Moving Elephants*
Lori loves statues and figurines of elephants. She has
about 10 of them on a bookcase in the living room. One day,
she had taken them off to dust the shelves. After she had
put 2 or 3 on the shelf again, she stopped to play with the
cat. When she went to put the other elephants on the shelf,
the ones that were already there were hanging over the
shelf by each others tusks (picture the monkeys in a barrel
game where they monkeys hang by each others arms). Lori
looked around and said, "Mom, don't do that. You're going
to make me think I'm crazy." To this day, her elephants are
never in the same spot she put them.
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