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TALKING TO GOD
When I was very young, around a couple months old, my parents would
at an old woman's house to babysit. She was the nicest person in the
I adopted her as one of my 'grandmothers'. She was a VERY religious
read the bible all of the time.
When I was about 2-3 years old I asked
what that book was. She told me almost everything about God, Jesus, the
comandments, ect. My parents don't go to church anymore so this was the
time I'd ever heard of anything religious.
The Christian religion
and I became interested in the stories from the bible. I would come
the babysitter's house and tell my mom about God and such.
when I was
in the car riding down the road to our house my mom noticed I was looking out
window. She asked me to keep the window rolled up because I might fall
it, but I didn't answer her. She then heard me talking, but couldn't
understand what I was saying. When she told me about this a couple
she said I sounded like I was speaking in tongues, which I had no
because I hadn't heard about it yet. She shook me and asked me what I
doing. I told her, very calmly, that I was talking to God. She was
didn't know what to do. I don't know if I really was talking to God or
was just acting on what my 'grandmother' had told me. I'm not a very
person now, but I do belive in God.
Our house that we currently live it was built around 20 or so years ago
man who used to live here. It's a very big house with two floors and a
basement, two livingrooms, two bathrooms, three bedrooms, a kitchen,
other 'any use' rooms.
The family who lived here,I think, had two children and were elderly. Almost right after they sold us the house the
died. I've always wished that I could see some sort of ghost activity
house because of the old man's attachment to it, but to no avail.
things that have happened have been with my parents.
There haven't been
but the one's that have happened have been strange.
One time, last
came home from school. My mother was washing clothes and, as she came
stairs she stopped in her tracks. She asked me if I had any pickles out and was
them. I said there were no pickles in the house. She then told me
smelt pickles being canned. Her mother used to do this so she knew what
smelt like. I came over to the basement door and could also, just
smell the scent of pickles. We stood there for a long time, but then it
When my father came home we told him and he too had smelt
pickles once. We couldn't explain it, but my parents told me that the
woman that lived here used to can pickles, because they'd come over and
she'd be canning.
I have two cats, one's a seven year old mix named Pepper and the
Manx/Maine Coon mix named Timmy.
Timmy is very odd, but he did one
year that scared us.
We (me, my mom, and my dad) were watching TV one
when Timmy started jumping up in the air, not like he does for a fly,
someone was dangling a string in front of him. He would sit up on his
and look up to the ceiling and act like he was playing. I thought it
a fly, but I couldn't see or hear one and he wasn't moving his head in
or moving around the room. I went over to him and stopped dead in my
when I got near him. I sniffed the air again and was sure that I smelt
pickles, like in the last story. I called my parents over and they
too. Then, Timmy ran out of the room and the smell weent away. After
never smelt pickles again.
About a year or two ago, my dad was taking a nap in our upstairs
wasn't sleeping very hard, and was awoken by the sound of my mother
him. He sat up and heard it again. When he came downstairs there was no
around. My mother was at work and I was at school. He could have sworn
heard my mother, but couldn't explain it as no one was there.
Thank you for reading my stories. I know that they weren't
stories like some on here, but they're the only
ghostly experiences I've had.
I'm a girl that's interested in
ghosts, but have no stories to back up my belief in them.
Submitted From: Jennifer, Virginia, USA