My story all starts in summer of 1994. We were living in
a huge, 2 storey house with 5 bedrooms. My
grandparents lived in the rear or the bottom storey and
my mum and I had our rooms upstairs. This event took
place in the top storey.
Both my Nan & Pa had died with in 10 months of each
other, and not in the house. It was one summer
evening, and mum was downstairs making dinner. I
was just getting ready to have a shower upstairs in my
bathroom when I smelled the distinct smell my Nan
had. (this smell is not a perfume, or any aroma caused
by cooking - it's a nice, comfortable smell that I have
never been able to describe, and NO ONE else I have
come across has ever had this smell.) Well, being an
11 year old at the time and still scared of stuff, I
BOLTED down the stairs, through the lobby and into the
kitchen and told mum. she told me that it must be my
imagination and came with me upstairs to investigate.
(I should point out that Nan had only gone upstairs
about twice in the whole history of living there and had
not been up there in at least 3 years.) She told me she
couldn't smell anything and she was sure there was
nothing there. Satisfied my imagination had gone wild, I
had my shower and thought nothing of it.
However, mum finally told me the REAL truth about that
night last year.
We were driving somewhere, and we were talking about heaps of different things. Then we
talked about this and mum told me that in the bathroom that night she could smell the smell as well, but didn't
want to scare me even more.
I miss Nan and Pa heaps, and wish I could talk to them one last time. I did
have the chance to see them before they died, but both
times I didn't, and that is something I regret.
My second encounter happened in July of last year and
freaked me out a little, but moreover, it mad me feel very
calm. I was with my boyfriend for the weekend and I
was meeting his mother for the first time up in Nelson's
Bay. We got ther at about 7:30 on Friday night and had
dinner with his mother and 2 other people. We said our
goodbyes for the night at about 11pm and drove about
1km to where we were staying at his grandparents
holiday unit. (at this point I must point out that his
grandfather had died a few months before in April in
Tamworth. I never met his grandfather.) This was the
first time he had gone to the unit since his grandfather
had died, and he was pretty upset.
We got into the unit and looked around. the unit is
basically rectangular shaped, with the kitchen facing
through the living room and the outside balcony. We got
a drink out of the fridge (Ginger Ale - Yuk!) and went and
sat out on the balcony. Since we had entered the house
I was cautious not to sit in places his grandfather had
normally sat in case he was sitting there. anyway for
some reason I didn't ask where his grandfather sat
when we got out to the balcony. I sat at the table, my
back to the house, and facing out to sea.
Well, my boyfriend and I sat there talking for a while,
and then I got this weird feeling of pins and needles all
over my body. I didn't tell Ben what I felt, I just grabbed
hid hand and held it close to me. I then asked him if he
felt that and he said it felt like pins and needles! (I could
also move in and out of this feeling. it was as if it was
just where a person would normally sit on the chair.) I
then asked Ben if that was where his grandfather
normally sat - he told me yes! The feeling went away
after a little time and Ben and I talked for about another
hour.
Ben and I were standing inside the door one of the
bedrooms when I felt this feeling again. I started
swaying a little, to see if the feeling was stationary like
before. It was. I asked Ben to give me his hand again.
He refused, and was freaked out by it, as I told him it
was exactly the same as out on the balcony. As soon
as I moved out of the doorway it left me. I have never
felt this feeling after that night.
Sorry it was so long, I write how I speak basically and I
needed to include everything so you'd get the full
picture.
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