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My family has always been somewhat "touched" by
the spirit world. I will go through some of the events that
have happened to us.
I guess this all started with my grandmother when she was
young.
Nanny was swimming with her sister and somehow got
pulled under the water and for all intent and purpose, she
drowned that day. She remembers seeing some of her
deceased relatives and they had told her it wasn't her
time, so they sent her back. Fast forward some 30 years to
when my mother was born. I am not sure if it was 30 years
but I like nice round numbers. Mom inherited Nanny's
talents. We, my sister, brother and I, knew if Mom dreamed
of three plane crashes in a row within a week then there
would be one. She did not know where but knew it would
happen within three days of her last dream. Mom had
experiences with some of her things going missing and
mysteriously turning up later. She always said it was her
brothers, all four died before the age of one, playing
tricks on her. My Nanny still has experiences now. Her
most recent she admits to is the night of a very well known
famous murder. She had a dream of standing next to a man all
in black waiting outside a home, she saw a younger man
walk up and ring the doorbell, the man standing next to
her grabbed the young man from behind and killed him. The
man in black dragged the young man to the bushes and tried
to hide him there. A young woman came to the door and
stepped out to see who had rung her doorbell when the man
in black grabbed her from behind and killed her. She saw
the man in black on TV and said that was the man she saw
that killed the two people. She hasn't told anyone else
about that.
My brother has never had any experiences, well
any he has told us about. My sister has had some
experiences. She didn't want to say anything thinking she
was imagining things or that we would think she was crazy.
She never said anything until I told her one of my
experiences, but that will be later in the story.
She has told me about when we lived in my grandparent's old house
in our home town. It was a beautiful house. It was
originally just a two bedroom/one bath house. Papaw was an
architect and in his spare time he renovated/built houses
etc. When they moved to my Nanny's hometown they let my
family move in to keep from having to sell the house, also
for us to help with the up-keep. I loved that house.
By the time Papaw was finished building onto it, the house
had five bedrooms, two baths, the old kitchen was turned
into the laundry room, there was a formal dining and living
room, a huge den with a fireplace, the mantle of the
fireplace was raised like a stage and was huge, it ran the
entire length of the wall. There was a library and the new
kitchen was the size of the two original bedrooms. Papaw
was so proud he could give his family a house like that.
The way it was built it was in the shape of a C. It had a
4 car garage (important for one of the experiences that
happened to me.) The front yard was wide and open. The
backyard was my Nanny's joy. She had split the back yard
into two halves by a fence. To get to the side you wanted
you either had to go through a gate. One half was an old
English type garden; this was the gate on the right. The
kind with the walkways and huge towering trees. That side
had an older greenhouse in it. There was a stream that
ran through it with a small bridge that went over it on the
paths. That was my favorite half to look at. The other
half had a more American feel to it and was the gate on the
left. It had a sitting swing, a gold fish pond that was
fed by the stream on the other side of the fence and the
entrance into the tornado shelter on the side of the
house. All along the back of the yard were coops, small
buildings and the greenhouse. I never liked those
buildings. There was something about them that made my
skin crawl. I always felt like something was watching me
when I was near them. Nanny would never let us go near
them if she wasn't with us. Even when she was she wouldn't
let us go inside. There was nothing inside them and they
were still in excellent condition. She just kept saying
they weren't safe for me and my sister.
When my family moved in my Papaw let my Dad use the 4 car
garage to set up his jewelry business. Dad was talented.
The jewelry he designed were works of art and I am not
just saying that because he was my dad. Well he installed
a huge overhead light under the carport so if his clients
were at his shop at night they could see their way to
their cars when they were ready to leave.
One night my parents told me to get something out of the car, I am not
scared of the dark but for some reason that night I had a
very weird feeling going out to the car. I turned on Dad's
overhead light and hadn't even made it to the car yet when
I heard a woman screaming for help. Not just a regular
screaming, the blood curdling screaming of someone
terrified. She just kept screaming help me over and over.
I was frozen to the spot. I know I was there a good five
minutes. She finally stopped for a moment and I ran back
into the house. Mom and Dad were sitting on the sofa and
turned to find out why I was making such a racket coming
into the house and why it took me nearly ten minutes to
just run outside to get something out of the car. Mom
asked what was wrong with me, why I was so pale?. I told
her what I heard and where I heard it from. Let me
explain, there is a huge field between our old house and
the next door neighbors house. I heard that woman
screaming from that field. Mom and Dad went to the door
and looked out but didn't see anything because I didn't
turn the overhead light off.
Mom was once an undercover officer for the police department and was friends with half
the force, so when she finally realized I was telling the
truth, 5 minutes after I ran in, she called the police
and they took her seriously since it was her. They sent out three patrol cars to find out what was going on.
They searched as best they could for a couple hours but couldn't find anything. I know I heard what I heard. That woman
sounded like she was in danger and scared.
The next day a couple off duty officers, friends of Mom's, came by and
said they would do a more thorough search since it was daylight now. They weren't in the field between the houses
but a few minutes when one of them came back and whispered something to my mom and then called for on duty cops and
the coroner. They had found a lady in the field that looked like she had been there for a few months. They never did find out who she was or how she died.
I've never been able to sleep very well, especially
after that.
Another event that happened at that house was
one night when I couldn't sleep I was up in my room just
piddling around when I got thirsty and went to the kitchen. My room is at the other end of the house from the
kitchen and you have to pass by the library and through the formal living room and dining room and then into the den to
get to the kitchen. The front door hallway is between the formal dining room and living room.
I had just turned the corner going into the living room when I saw a man dressed
in 50s style clothes walk from the front door, to the edge
of the dining room turn to me and tilt his hat at me. I
wasn't scared of him, more like comforted by him. I had
never seen this man before but shortly after that we went
to visit my grandparents and Mom was telling Nanny about
the lady they found in the field. Nanny asked if that was
the only thing that happened to me. I told her no that I
had all kinds of things happen to me. I told her about the
man and about the time I was walking past the library and
saw these red eyes looking at me. I told her about lying
in my room and feeling someone watching me through my
windows even though the windows had shutters on them
covering them half way to the top and the other half being
covered by heavy curtains. I told her about
the breathing I heard when I ignored her rules of not
going into the buildings in the back of the yard. She
asked if I remembered what the man looked like that I saw
walking through the hallway. I said yes and she showed me
this picture of the man.
I found out his name is "Daddy Bill" and he was Nanny's step-dad. He always
protected his girls and she figured that extended to me and my sister. Nanny told me I must have inherited her
gifts also.
A few years ago I was talking to my sister about all the things that happened when I was growing up
and she told me about one of her experiences in that house.
The formal living room was right next to the library. She and my cousin, Chris, were playing in the
formal living room and suddenly heard a woman screaming like she was angry or mean coming from the library. They
both got up thinking they had done something to upset either Nanny or one of the Aunts. My sister swears this
happened and I don't doubt her. She said that a woman dressed in what looked like a long black cape came running
out of the library and chased her and Chris out of the living room. They ran to Nanny and never left her side.
When Nanny went to check the library she noticed certain things wrong with the room. Some of her books were
turned upside down and backwards on the shelves, the desk looked like it had been ransacked, the chair was across the
room and the weirdest thing was the light switch was upside down now. Meaning instead of turning it on by pushing it
up you had to push it down to turn it on. My Papaw did all the wiring in that part of the house and he knows what he
is doing. It was normal that morning when I was in there reading. My sister never wanted to go back into the
library again. When she told me about that I told her about the eyes I saw in there. Needless to say she didn't
sleep well that night lol.
The experiences slowed down but started happening again after my dad passed away. His
death was very sudden and very upsetting to us. My Dad loved the old 50s music and would constantly, no matter
what car he got into, always change the radio station to the 50s channel. My sister doesn't like this
music and never listened to it. She was upset one day about Dad and went to go to the store with her daughter.
When she got in the car the radio station was set to the 50s music. My sister and niece didn't change the channel
and they were the only ones in the car. My brother-in-law hadn't changed the channel because he was in his car at the
time. On the radio was playing one of Dad's favorite songs. My sister came directly to our house. I was living
with my mother at the time. When she told us about the radio Mom's first words were that Dad just wanted to let my
sister know he was ok and to stop being upset.
I was upset one night before going to bed about Dad and that night he
came to me and told me he was ok. Some people argue it was a dream, but it wasn't. I could hear his voice, smell his
cologne and even feel his presence. He told me that night I needed to quit putting college off and get my butt into
gear. I became busy with school and didn't really pay attention to things if they happened to me. That was until
my boyfriend's step brother passed away a couple years ago.
Two days after he passed, I had just lay down to go to sleep. I wasn't asleep but not fully awake. I found
myself in a restaurant and needed to go somewhere and walked around the restaurant when I spotted the stepbrother
sitting right there. He told me he had visited his mom and others and they couldn't see or hear him, how come I
could?. I told him I just have always been able to do that and he said ok tell everyone hello and vanished. His wife
at the time of his death had remarried and was about to have a baby a month ago. I had this real dream that I
was asked to find someone because there was a death and they might know about it. Come to find out it was the
stepbrother I had to find. I never saw the face of the person that told me to find him. I just felt that I
had to find him. I never found him that night. Three days later his mom called and told us that his widow could loose
her baby because the baby wasn't developing right and the doctors were going to have to do an emergency c-section to
get the baby. They did and it was a good thing they didn't wait, the umbilical cord was wrapped around the baby's neck
three times and the baby wasn't getting the nutrients he needed from the womb.
I work in a doctor's office now and some strange things have been happening. I'll leave my
office and come back in find my chair raised a few inches and I have to climb in to sit down. Paperwork I
have just finished working on and put on the corner of my desk will disappear. My phones will ring when I have
turned them off. And mail that has just come in and been placed in the bin will start to fly across the room.
My sister still has some experiences but won't talk about them much. My mother has had many experiences of her own but that
would take forever to tell you about.
Thanks for listening, or rather reading.
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