I come from a family who have had many ghostly encounters.
We don't think of ourselves as being any more special than
other families. We just got lucky (or unlucky depending on
your point of view) in the paranormal department. My
youngest son is no exception. I noticed from a very early
age that some of his experiences were a little unusual.
The first time anything happened was when he was about 2
years old. He couldn't speak very well. I wondered if he
would ever talk plain since he took longer than most kids.
On this day, I was laying on my bed reading a book
called 'Civil War Ghost Stories and Legends'. I was
reading a story about John Brown, the famous abolitionist.
I had just got to the part where his son was killed in the
battle at Harper's Ferry, West Virginia. On the same page
was a picture of John Brown. My son looked at the picture
and as plain as day said, "That's my Father". He didn't
say daddy which is what he has always called his Dad. And
it was very plain. I was a little surprised and I asked
him to repeat himself. Once again he said (this time
pointing to the picture), "That's my Father". Needless to
say, I immediately shut the book and took it back to the
library.
Not long after the first incident, we were visiting my
mother for the weekend who lived out of state. On the wall
of her home, she has always had a picture of Jesus on her
wall. Like I said before, my son was only 2, so I hadn't
really explained Jesus to him and we never went to church
at that time. He and I were sleeping on the floor on a
pallet in my mother's living room and when we woke up the
next morning he looked at the picture on the wall he
said, "Mommy, the man in that picture talked to me last
night". I asked him what he said and he answered, "He just
said that He loved us and for me to be good". Then he told
me that when the man in the picture talked to him, He had
a "Light Circle" on his head. Now, I take that to mean a
halo. The only problem is that in the picture, Jesus
doesn't have a halo.
Now for the ghost part...
When my son was about 4 we moved. One day he started
talking to an "imaginary friend" named Casper. I asked him
why he called his friend that and he said it was because he
was the friendly ghost. I didn't think much of it.
Sometimes he would be watching TV and all of a sudden he
would just look to the side and answer a question
from "Casper". He would tell me that Casper wanted to tell
me that I am pretty and things like that. Then one day I
met our neighbor. She had lived in the house before we
had. I hadn't heard my son talk to "Casper" for a few days
and for some reason,I told her about him. She just went
white as a sheet. She told me that the man who had lived
in the house a couple of years before she moved in had
committed suicide there. The other neighbors had called the
police because his music was way too loud and when they got
there they found the man dead in the hallway. That really
freaked me out because my son would go into the hallway to
talk to his "friend" sometimes.
My neighbor and I went into the house where he was and
asked him where "Casper" was. He told us that Casper was
gone because the POLICE came to take him away and that he
was a bad man.
I don't have enough space here to tell you about all of our
experiences, but I hope you enjoyed this one.
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