I have previously written a story (Jan ‘07) titled Ghosts
In Our
Home. I have a few more things of interest to write about.
My husband won the contract to mow the graveyards in our small town
this mowing season (there are two of them) and has had some
interesting things happen to him.
These graveyards have stones
dating from around 1830 or so until now. Within the first couple of
weeks of mowing the graveyards, he told me that he could feel the
spirits hanging around.
One day he was mowing and happened to glance
over at his truck and trailer which were parked by some gravestones
and saw a man standing there in a suit just looking at him. He looked
away for a second and when he glanced back, the man was gone (there
were no cars in the graveyard at that time and this one is outside of
town and no houses are close enough for the man to have walked to in
that short a period of time.) When he was finished mowing, he went up
to his trailer and looked at the stone that the man had been standing
next to and found that it was the grave marker of his grandfather’s
best friend. He is convinced that Stanley had come to see him to say
"hey I know you're working here now".
One weekend I helped out with the trimming and happened to see a
gravestone shaped like a log (from the 1800’s) and said to myself
“what a stupid shape for a grave stone!” Evidently they didn’t like
this comment because they came to my husband soon after he went to bed
a night or so later (he was still awake) and said “we’re the log
people!” He said they wanted to speak to me, but being that I don’t
have his gift, I could not (luckily) hear them or sense them. I have
made sure to not say anything derogatory since then about anyone’s
grave stones.
He has this joke with me that if I die first he is going to have “his
wife” engraved on my stone (this is engraved on many old stones in the
graveyards). He kept saying this knowing it would bother me even
though I know he is joking. One of the inhabitants of the graveyard
came to him one night before he fell asleep and told him about her
gravestone (where it was located and what was on it). Her name was
Elizabeth and on her stone, her husband had engraved “his wife”. She
was very upset with my husband and told him that she was NOT her
husband’s property (and basically “don’t do that to your wife”). He
had to explain to her that he was only joking with me and that he
wouldn’t really do that before she would go away and leave him alone.
After this visit, he did find Elizabeth’s stone in the graveyard
where she said it was and on it is engraved “his wife”.
Several things have happened in the house (remember it is an old
church) as well since my last submission.
We mounted some florescent
lights under the kitchen cabinets and one in particular has always
given us trouble. It was always flickering (not warming up
flickering, but flickering even after being on for hours). When I
first turn it on, I have to turn the bulb so that I know it is tight
in the fixture and this usually stops it from doing this.
One day
after turning on the light and twisting the bulb, I got busy with some
baking. As I was working, the light started to flicker. I ignored it
for a while but it kept on going and off. I finally said “That’s
enough!” and the light stopped flickering!
One day my son’s friend
was telling me about his mother and an experience she had. Evidently
when she was pregnant for the first time, it was with twins, a boy and
a girl. She had a dream that to her said the daughter would not live.
The daughter did end up dying before birth, though her son was born
healthy. Anyway, as he was telling me this, the light (that I had
tightened earlier in the day and hadn’t given me any trouble at all)
was going crazy! It kept flickering on and off and on and off. He
kept glancing at the light, but I ignored it. As soon as he walked
away, that light stopped flickering.
We were having the drywall in the basement taped and mudded, so in
the meantime had moved our things upstairs for about a week or so
until the work (and mess) were done. We kept a light on at one end of
the church near the door and had our beds set up near the old altar at
the other end. The light was bright enough to light the way to the
steps to the basement in case one of us had to use the bathroom in the
middle of the night. On a couple nights, my husband said he woke up
and could hear the floorboards creaking as if someone was walking from
the basement steps toward the door (and the light) and then the
creaking went back toward the steps again. There was no one there (he
had a clear view of the area as all this was going on).
Just recently, my husband was enjoying his hobby of looking at real
estate on realtor.com. He said he was looking at property all over
the country when suddenly he felt very strongly that someone was
standing behind him. He glanced back thinking it was me and there was
no one there. He said for some reason this was making him
uncomfortable (these “visitors” usually don’t bother him) and he kept
glancing over his shoulder. In the meantime, as he was trying to look
at more properties, the states on the map (how you choose where you
want to look for property) were not able to be clicked on. The only
states that worked were New York and Maine whereas before this
“visit”, he could click on any of the 50 states. The map refused to
“work” the rest of the night, so he finally went to bed. The next day
he had no problems with the site.
Thanks for reading my stories!
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