MY MOTHER First let me say that this story is true and it happened to me, my little Sister, my boyfriend (husband now) and my Dad. My Mom was sick ever since I was about 7 or 8 years old. She had a very bad heart problem and as the years went by she got worse and worse. When I was 14 years old she was visited by a nurse daily and she we had to rent a hospital bed for her as well as oxygen machine. Since my little Sister and I did nothing but go to school and take care of her (my Dad was at work 24/7 since we had no health insurance) my Dad decided that he would let us get a dog from the pound. Well, we got this little Chihuahua, cute little thing, and my Mom was so sick of being sick that she hated that dog and everything else. She was bedridden and we literally had to do everything for her so we all understood. Well, since we had no health insurance and she needed a heart and liver transplant the hospital basically did not care what happened to her and when I was 15 years old she died at home in her room before the ambulance got there. Well, it was about 3 weeks after the funeral and things were starting to go back to normal (as much as they could) and it was summer time so I was cleaning up the apt. And I noticed my Mother’s beautiful fruit bowl that she always kept on the table. She had bought it many, many years ago on her last trip to Mexico. Anyway, since she was gone I decided that I was going to clean it and put it on top of the refrigerator way in the back as to make sure that it did not get broken. I made sure to put it way in the back and I even put things in the front of it just to make sure that it wasn't dropped. About a week went by and I had completely forgotten about it and we (my Sister, Dad and my boyfriend) were all sitting in the living room watching TV one night, when all of a sudden we heard this big crash from the kitchen. Now the way my apt. was situated was like this: You walk in and immediately is the living room. To your right is the small dining room and kitchen and to you left is the hallway, one bathroom is immediately to you left then down the hallway is a bedroom on the right (me and my Sister’s) and then at the end of the hallway was the master bedroom with another bathroom. We ran in the kitchen and turned on the lights and found the bowl in pieces in front of the refrigerator. No one but us 4 were home and the loaf of bread and papers that I had put in front of the bowl were still where I had put them. Someone had to have picked up the bowl and dropped it. The only person we could think of was my Mother. We all didn't say anything, we were pretty shocked. My boyfriend immediately went home and ever since that night my Dad slept in the living room couch instead of their bedroom. Soon after that my Sister and I would be home and she would be in our room playing or listening to the radio when all of a sudden I would see shadows in the hallway and on many occasions everyone in our house witnessed how our dog would walk down the hallway to our room and half way there he would be knocked into the wall, like someone had kicked it. He would whimper and run to our room and hide under the bed. It even got to the point where he would refuse to come out of our room and we had to pick him up and take him outside. We only lived there 2 months after she died and we just couldn't take it anymore, we broke our lease and left and then things were still the same in the next apartment we rented. Nothing really scary has happened to us until later when my sister and I had a great idea and bought a Ouija board to try to contact our Mom but that’s another story. Anyway, I hope you liked it and to this day we don't understand how that bowl got broken. OUIJA BOARD EXPERIENCE If you've read my other story on the website you'll note that I left off where my aister and I tried to contact my mother through the Ouija board. O.K. this is a few years after she died, I was married and had two kids they were 4 and 2 years old at the time. We lived in a two story, two- bedroom town home. My Sister had moved out and my husband was in the military and was off in school so I moved in with my Dad. Here is where the creepy things started happening. One night my sister and I and my two cousins decided to go out and buy a Ouija board so we could try to contact my Mother. This was on a Sat. and I put my kids to sleep and started playing downstairs. At first we all kept blaming the other and saying that they were moving it but then things started to get weird. The room started to get really cold and it was just moving back and forth really fast. The first spirit we spoke with said that he was 13 years old and that he had been killed. He wanted us to take revenge or his killers and then he just started being really mean and cursing so we decided to take a break. We got something to drink and started again, this time this girl talked to us she said she had been raped and killed and wanted to tell her family that she was all right. She gave us her name and her families and we told her that we would get a message to them. Then the next spirit was just mean from the very beginning. He wanted all of us to die and rot in hell and he was just plain mean. One of my cousins got scared and she wanted us to stop so we did for that night. The following night they came over again and we continued and we ended up getting the same spirit, I had had enough and it was spelling so fast that it went off the board well when it did we all took our hands off and when I reached over to pick it up to put it back on the board the thing just lifted itself up and went back on the board and continued spelling by itself!!! That's when we all said o.k. Let’s stop this and we took the board and put it out in the dumpster (trash day was Monday so we figured that we would be rid of it). Well the following day I went out to check the mail in the afternoon and the board was sitting right there by my front door. I freaked out I called my Sister and cousins and told them that I was going to try to burn the thing. Every time I tried the fire would go out before it even reached the board. I took it and tried to cut it and couldn't do it. So I took it to our maintenance man and told him if he would get rid of it for me and he did and I never saw that damn board again. But things only got worse. My kids started having nightmares about a man with ugly hands trying to get them. They refused to come downstairs at night and when I would sleep I would always get awakened my someone breathing on my face. I always thought it was one of my kids playing a joke on me but when I would open my eyes nothing would be there. My Dad had a cat and he refused to come downstairs too, he always stayed in my Dad's room upstairs. Things got so bad that one night my daughter got out of bed and went downstairs and I found her screaming in the kitchen in the dark holding a knife...that made me move out of there FAST!!! She told me that she wanted to kill the man downstairs but that he had told her to kill me. Now my daughter was only two but she has always been pretty smart...she's now 8 and you wouldn't know it so I knew that she wasn't making anything like this up she couldn't have..all I had let my kids watch at the time was sesame street and barney nothing scary or violent. But anyway, we moved out and the spirits seemed to follow us there too. I then left with my husband to Colorado and my sister moved there with my dad. My sister hated to be there alone, she would always hear people talking and hear the front door open and close when she was in her room. They only lived there for about 6 months and broke the lease to move because things got really bad. Before they moved my Dad had a friend who was a healer come in and bless the house and when they moved to the next apt. Nothing ever happened again. Now the house that my family and I are living in is another story. Our house definitely has a spirit in it but it's not scary or anything, it's sort of a friendly spirit who just lets us know that he or she is there once in a while. The first month or two that we lived there the spirit did try to play tricks on us. I work nights and I get home at 2:00AM sometimes 3:00AM. Well, my husband would wake up because the house would be freezing and he would look downstairs and find the front door wide open. This happened maybe twice a week for a full month. Then I would get home at night and find that all the lights downstairs would be on and the backdoor and the door leading to the garage would be wide open. I of course accused my husband but he is the type of person that every single night checks all the lights and doors before going to bed so I know that it wasn't him and the kids are put to bed at 9:00PM every night so it couldn't be them. Well, finally I had enough of that and one day when I was alone in my house I talked to the ghost. I know it sounds funny but I bought this house (not rented like in the past) and I just didn't want to have to move AGAIN!! So I told it to please stop scaring us and that we lived there now and it could stay if it wanted but not to scare us again or it would have to leave and ever since then everything has stopped. Sometimes when I'm in the kitchen I'll feel like someone is there but nothing creepy or scary it's just a feeling like when you know that someone is home and they're in the other room you know that type of feeling?? But we've lived in the house for about 2 years now and nothing else has happened. Thanks for taking the time to read my story and I'm sorry if it got too long but I wanted to make sure that I told everything that happened to us. If you're thinking about getting a Ouija board it's not worth it believe me and we never did contact my Mother. Thanks again for reading. Contact me here: Maty1992@yahoo.com Submitted From: USA