For those who might not have read my earlier post...
I grew up in a house that looks like there was a false wall in the basement. So...
My brothers are all considerably older than me, and most of their children are 16-18 now, with a couple of exceptions.
When I was a sophomore in high school, I was working on a project for one of my classes. I had a typewriter set up in the basement, and my sister-in-law (at the time) had asked my parents if she could store some band subs in the freezer they have in the basement.
She brought the subs over and asked if I could stay upstairs with my nephew (who was maybe 2 or 3 at the time), and I went upstairs with him. I turned on some cartoons for him, and he climbed into my lap to watch tv. A few minutes later, his mother comes running up the stairs asking what's wrong with my nephew. We both turned to look at her, and that's when she realized he was just dine and hadn't made a sound the whole time.
She told me she'd heard someone crying for "mommy" and just knew there was something wrong with my nephew. I don't think she ever came back to get her subs out of the freezer, and... needless to say... I moved the typewriter out of the basement.
Some other things...
My dad's mother passed away when I was 18. My dad, for what ever reason, had started believing their house was haunted. He claims to have seen a little girl going up and down the stairs that lead to most of the bedrooms from time to time. I never actually saw anything, so I don't know about this. He thinks she will only pass through the original rooms in the house. Here's the relation between his sightings and his mother's death...
The story goes that he was alone in the house a night or two before my grandma died and got up to go to the kitchen. When he went into the kitchen, there were toothpicks, end to end, across the length of the room. He decided he was going to wait on the trip to the kitchen, and when he went back they were gone.
The same week, my dad's brother went to visit their father who was in a nursing home after a car accident and medically induced coma. My uncle told me that my grandpa was staring at a certain spot on the wall, and telling my uncle there was a man standing there trying to shake his hand. He wouldn't stop until my uncle shook hands with this man he couldn't see. So, my uncle shook hands with the air, and grandpa was happy. A couple of days later, my uncle went to visit grandpa again, and while he was sitting in the room, he saw what he describes as a dark cape pass through the wall.
My grandmother died within a few days of all of these unexplained happenings.
Last one... ok, maybe 2...
When I found out I was pregnant with my son, 2 of my grandparents were still living. His father still had most of his grandparents, but he was only close to one of them, so she was the only one I met in the time that we dated and were married. Anyway.... I was thrilled with the possibility of my son having all of these great-grandparents. (Especially because my remaining grandmother was in her mid 90's)
Well, my grandmother had adult onset diabetes, and they found a blood clot in her leg. She went into a coma, and the doctors gave the family a choice to either have her leg amputated, risking death, or to let her go. We didn't think she'd make it through the procedure, plus she had a really full life, so it was only logical to us to skip the amputation. The last time I saw her was Christmas Eve. Two days after Christmas, I was in a church in another state, and when I looked up at the wall above the baptismal pool, I saw her face. The next morning, I got the call that she was gone.
I was 3 months pregnant at that time.
My dad's father passed away less than 3 months later. I was heartbroken that none of my grandparents had lived to see my son, and I guess I felt a little cheated because most of my brothers' children are old enough to remember them.
I brought my son home from the hospital on the Fourth of July, and after I had recovered for a few days, I was washing dishes while he slept. His bassinett was visible if I turned my head, but I had my back turned.
So, I'm standing at the sink looking out the window and thinking about how much I wished my dad's father had been there to see his great-grandson. (I was grandpa's girl and everyone knew it because I was the only granddaughter.)
I heard his voice telling me not to worry, that it was his time to go so he could watch over my son. I turned to look at the bassinett, and I saw my grandpa standing there watching my son sleep.
When my son was two weeks old, we made the trip to visit my mother so my brothers and their families could see the baby. My parents had taken him to sleep in their room so I could try to get some rest that night. When I got up the next morning, my dad was sitting on the couch with my son. There was a glass top for a table that was not in use at the time on the opposite wall from where they were sitting. Dad asked if I had seen my grandpa since the baby was born out of the blue. ( I hadn't mentioned anything because I thought they'd think I was a lil nuts) When I asked why, he pointed to the table top and the empty spot on the couch. He told me that he had looked at the glass and seen my grandpa sitting in the empty spot watching my son. Dad said he looked in the direction of the empty couch cushion and asked if he was doing a good job. When he looked back at the glass, he saw my grandpa nod his head, and then he disappeared.
