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This is my absolute favorite site for
stories about the supernatural. I am relieved
to know that others are out there sharing the
I am pretty sensitive to spirits. I can
usually get a name or even have a brief
conversation with them. I do not always believe
what they tell me.
My grandmother died on Martin Luther King
day about 14 years ago. She was really awesome
and loved to interact with all her
grandchildren. The most familiar thing about my
grandmother is the way she smelled. She had a
favorite perfume and I absolutely loved the way
One afternoon about five months
after she died, I was upstairs at my mother's
house messing around on her computer and I could
smell my grandmother's perfume. I was so angry,
I went downstairs crying and asked who was
wearing her perfume. My parents were standing
in the doorway and my mom started crying. She
told me they had just been talking about her and
reminiscing but no one was wearing her perfume.
I am sure she came back to visit.
My other story is not about death, but
actually about our living spirits.
My son and I
have a connection. He has been finishing my
sentences since he was two. When he was a child
he would read my mind and continue my thoughts
as though they were spoken out loud. He would
be able to see my thoughts and even ask
questions about people I was thinking about.
One time I was thinking about a friend and he
had never met him. He looked at me and
said, "Ben, mom?" Ben looks like the friend I
was thinking about, so I corrected him and said,
no, "John Wolfe, honey." Another time after his
dad and I split up, he was at his dad's house.
I was sitting in my room and I heard his voice
cry out loud "MOM!" My blood ran cold. I could
tell he was very upset. I called out to the
empty room and I said, "I am home, honey. If
you need me, ask your dad if you can call me."
An hour later, he called me crying. He was
having some issue with his dad. I just think it
is cool that we can all be so connected to our
families, alive or dead.
I currently share my home with a couple of
spirits. One is a girl named Jeanette, the
other is an angry spirit who stays in the
basement but chases my children up the stairs.
They hate it down there and always take the dog
with them. I can feel it, but I try not to give
in to the pressure it puts on me to be afraid.
I think fear is all that it has.
One time I
felt an angry spirit rush me and go right
through me. That was so unpleasant! I hope
that never happens again...cold and angry.
There was one night when I woke up and smelled
vomit covered by that sawdust stuff they used to
use when I was in grade school by janitors.
Anyone know that smell?? It was such a bizarre
phantom smell. I got up and looked all over the
house for dog vomit or something because it was
so strong. It eventually faded and went away.
Another time, a Sunday morning, a perfume smell
passed through my room...unfamiliar to me. My
dog freaked out and jumped on my bed. I felt
like some old lady had just walked through for a
Submitted From: Rebecca, NY, USA
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