My ghost story, one of the many that have happened to me,
is not at all a scary or creepy tale. It’s more-so a
testament to the awesome power spirits have.
Last year, I met an amazing man named Shane. He and I were
both infatuated with the movie The Crow, and our mutual
interest in that lead to the discovery of our mutual
interest in many, many things. It was the Crow though, that
we seemed to be most connected by.
Sadly, a few short months after I met this incredible boy,
he was in a car accident and passed away.
I was taking it hard, to the point were it was affecting my
health. I couldn’t sleep, and when I did, it was fitful and
filled with eerie and disturbing dreams. One hit harder
than any other though. I was laying on the ground at my
house, staring at the northern lights (bare in mind I live
in the southeastern US, NO northern lights here!) A crow
flew over me and a single black feather fell and landed on
my chest, right over my heart. My heart pounding, I shot up
out of bed. For some reason, at that moment, I knew that
dream was significant, though at the time I didn’t know how
much so. That same night, my sister had a dream that I was
riding in a gray SUV with some boy she’d never seen and he
was wearing a hat. She had never met Shane, but she
described him and his SUV perfectly. The hat, however, was
odd. I’d never seen the boy wear one. Again, it seemed
significant at the time, but not as much as it would be
later on.
The day after I had that dream I was driving home from
work. It was a dark cloudy night, an impending storm
continuing to hover around, threatening to let loose with
the occasional burst of lightning. I had the soundtrack to
the Crow in my CD player as I pulled into my driveway and
was listening to a song about losing someone you love, a
haunting ballad from that movie called “It can’t rain all
the time.” Just when the girl began to sing the line, “he
was telling me to still believe,” lightning struck behind a
cloud, mirroring the northern lights in my dream exactly.
At that moment I KNEW Shane was communicating with me,
telling me he was there, he hadn’t left me, and that
everything would be OK.
As his family was relatively into the supernatural,
especially his mom, I called her and told her about what
happened. She too had had an experience where he seemed to
alter nature to tell her was ok, only hers was a dream in
which he appeared and told her to go the beach. It was just
at dawn and they live on the coast, so this was no problem.
She went to the beach and found a perfect conch, a VERY
rare find in SC. The second she picked it up, there was a
cloud in a sunrise that hadn't been there before, shaped
like a crow. She said she knew at that instant it was
Shane. I told her about both of the dreams, and at the last
minute remembered that in my sister’s dream he had been
wearing a hat. I mentioned this to her since I found it odd
and at that point she broke down in tears. She then
explained to me that, though it was odd for him to wear
hats, his hair was a little long when he had died, and
since he was SO meticulous about his appearance, she
thought he wouldn’t want anyone to see him looking shaggy
and ungroomed. She’d buried him in a hat, a hat exactly
like the one my sister described from her dream.
He still sends me little signs now and then to let me know
he’s still with me, a warm feeling, once or twice I’ve even
felt him brush the hair from my face as I lay in bed trying
to sleep, but none has had more significance to me than
that series of dreams.
Our love was so strong he altered nature to let me know he
was OK and that he missed me as much as I missed him.
Contact me here: midnightpunkin@yahoo.com
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