Okay - here's my ghost stories --
When I was about 10, and my brother 7, he had to sleep in my bed because his room was being painted. In the middle of the night, we heard a noise, and sat up to see a woman's ghost standing in my closet -- I had a full length mirror on the inside of the door, and she was standing there sobbing into a hankerchief. She was wearing a dress that looked like something you'd see in the old South with the big hoop skirt. She was just standing there sobbing -- we both ducked under the covers and then she was gone. We had never spoken about it until recently, and we both remembered it vividly! Weird...
So the weirdness continues - I still have deja 'vu all the time. I have never understood why some people don't believe in ghosts when there are so many of us who have experienced them. I have an open mind, though, so I guess that I believe in things easier than others.
Here's my latest -- our house was built brand new on top of an old farm. Our whole neighborhood (about 30 houses down one street) was. One night my husband and I were walking our pooches, and I saw something in this small wooded area in our neighbors front yard -- when I stopped to look, my hubby said "Don't freak, but that is a small family cemetary from the old farm -- there are like 3 civil war soldiers buried there and I didn't want to tell you because I knew you'd freak" so I tried to remain calm (okay this is our NEIGHBOR'S front yard here, but it is wooded in that one small section so its like a natural area). So I made a joke about not wanting any haints hanging around.
Well a few days later, I had the dishwasher open, and was putting the plates and bowls away. We have like 3 different plate sizes, and these big soup bowls that match our pattern. All of a sudden, one at a time, the plates started flying out of the cabinet at me. One by one and then followed by the other plates and bowls -- and I mean FLYING out of the cabinet like frisbees at me. I was running and ducking, but they were just hitting me all over. My husband came running and physically had to force the doors shut to keep the other stuff in there. We are not talking an earthquake or something. Whatever it was, was pissed at me or something! So needless to say, I was really upset (this is just last year, people!). So we began noticing that in the back bedroom (the guest room we don't use that much) - the light would come on at random, we'd hear noises and bumping around in there. At first my doggies freaked, but even they have gotten used to it now. One day I was leaving for work, and I heard a huge crash in there, I went running back there, but not one single thing was out of place. So we have come to the conclusion that he lives in the closet and that he likes having that door shut and the closet relatively clean. We hear the most noises and bumping when I do my quick cleaning (ie, throw all the crap in the closet) and that's also when he is constantly keeping me awake.
Anyway, we went to Charleston, SC in November, and took the ghost tour - when I asked our guide about what is making our ghost be so angry towards us, he suggested that we research those graves and find out who they were and where/how they were killed. He also said that we should talk to the ghost, like he is a part of our family, and that will keep him calm too. So that sounds too weird to me, but hey - we do it and it has seemed to help some. Oh did I mention he's a pervert -- I have been in the shower, and the whole curtain will all of a sudden come flying back -- at first I thought it was my husband, but then it would start happening when he wasn't there. So now I wait until he's home to shower! hehehe - can you hear the 911 call now..."Hello - I was assaulted in the shower by a ghost" hahaha
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