A Collection of Good Ghost Stories
from an Enlightened visitor
Thank you for writing back to me Jeff. Well for starters, I don’t ever remember not seeing ghosts. There are so many different experiences I have had that I am not sure where to start. I remember when I was a young child and even now moving into my mid-twenties whenever I was upset or really confused about something I smell these wonderful fragrances and all of a sudden I am comforted and everything seems less important.
The fragrances that I smell are jasmine and cinnamon, kind of like when an apple pie is baking. For years I could smell this and I never understood why, but for some reason it always soothed me. I would go around my house looking for the source of the scent and never found it. When I was pregnant with my children it was a common occurrence. One day I mentioned it to my mother and she said that she believed it to be my great grandmother watching over me.
She died 11 days after I was born. My mother said that they had brought me home from the hospital early so that my great grandmother could have some time with me because she had cancer and they knew that she was going to die any time. She said that my great grandmother would hold me for hours and would not let anyone take me from her. My mother said that maybe the scent’s were her way of letting me know that she was there for me. She used to have really long hair that she used to put a jasmine scented shampoo in and my mother said that she was always baking and that was probably the cinnamon smell.
The first experience I really remember with a spirit was when I was 5 years old. We rented an upstairs apartment. It was a tiny apartment and in the living room there was a large walk in closet that we kept our coats in. Every night my mother would close the closet door tight and turn off all of the lights and we would go to bed.
Not ten minutes after we went to bed we would hear the closet door open and hear footsteps walking out of the living room, into the hallway, down the hallway to the back bedroom and you would hear that door open and then you wouldn’t hear anything more for the rest of the night. Every night this went the same way and if you checked, no matter how many times we shut those two doors, they were always open after we heard the footsteps. We also had toys move without us playing with them and just other small things but nothing that scared us. Actually after awhile we just got used to it and didn’t even question what was going on anymore. We later learned that the closet had been a small child’s bedroom at one time and that the house was built on a street that was over a native burial ground.
The next experience I remember was years later when I was about 17. I had had my son and I was living in a 3 bedroom house. From the moment I looked at the house I didn’t like the one bedroom. To describe the house a little bit when you went in the front door you could either go to your right and go into the living room or you could go to the left and go up the stairs to the bedrooms and the bathroom. It was the bedroom at the top of the stairs that was so scary and in order to get to any of the other rooms on the top floor you had to go past this room.
The room was very cold and it gave me the chills every time I had to go into it. There was just a very menacing feeling about it. Of course this was my bedroom. For the first couple of months that I lived there nothing really happened, I just didn’t feel comfortable. About two months after I moved in is when things began to get strange. I would wake up in the middle of the night and see a figure standing over my bed watching me and at first it didn’t really scare me it just made me feel weird and then I would go back to sleep figuring I had just imagined it. Then it got to the point that whenever I was in that room I felt as though I was being watched.
Eventually whoever it was started bringing people in with it. I tried to do some research at the library to see if I could find out what was happening in the house, if maybe someone had died in the house or if anything odd had happened but when I started this the spirits came more frequently and seemed angry so I stopped doing the research. By this time I was so used to it being there that it didn’t even bother me anymore. I knew that it wasn’t going to hurt me and by then I also knew I wasn’t imagining things. One night I felt someone sit on the edge of my bed and tap me on the shoulder. Thinking that it would be my son I awoke to find a whole room full of people standing around my bed watching me. They were all shouting and very angry but I couldn’t hear what they were saying.
It was like they were talking and nothing was coming out and the original man just stood back and didn’t do anything. Then one of the men held up what looked to be a board over his head and went to hit my husband with it. I pushed my husband as hard as I could and he fell out of bed just before he got hit with the object. He woke up on the floor, I turned on the lights and the spirits were gone. After that night I tried to sleep in the room and I couldn’t. I never saw the original man again, the only one who came was the one who had tried to hurt my husband.
One night I got into bed and before my head even hit the pillow my bed began to shake and lift up off of the floor. I tried to get down but every time I got near the edge the bed would shake. After that night I never slept in that room again.
The next house I lived in was haunted by a child. The only reason I know it was a child is because you could hear the pitter patter of little feet running around and the child was always playing with my child’s toys. We would be sitting there watching a movie and all of a sudden you would see a car or another toy going across the floor. At night before I went to bed I would make sure that all of my sons toys were cleaned up and put away and in the morning some of them would be out on the floor.
This child would play games with my son. I would watch him playing and he was often playing as though there was another child playing with him and he would be giggling away. That was one haunting that I didn’t mind. It was kind of fun actually. I remember one day my son said look mommy I want to go out there on the porch with that little boy and he was looking out of his window where there was no porch. I told him that I didn’t see a porch but he assured me there was one and the little boy wanted him to go out there to play. I just told him I didn’t think it was a good idea.
When I was 21 I lived in a basement apartment and there were times when I would hear doors open and close and see shadows. One night my husband went into the bathroom and closed the door. I heard the sound of a door opening and looked and I saw a mans shadow on the wall with a little shadow beside him that looked like the outline of a dog. I called my husbands name and he never answered me, instead the figure just kept moving.
Ten minutes later my husband came out of the bathroom. I said why didn’t you answer me when I called you and he said that he hadn’t heard me call him and I said well you were just right there on your way upstairs. He told me that he had been in the bathroom the whole time. When I told him what I had seen he laughed at me and said that their ghost must have been welcoming me into the house. I saw the ghost and his dog on many occasions after that and I heard many doors open and shut both when people were home and when the weren’t but it no longer scared me. Actually it was kind of a comfort.
When I moved into my present home it was like my senses just exploded. Every time I went into the basement I felt like I was being watched. We have those small windows that if you wanted to look in you would have to come right up to the window and bend down to look in. I was always checking the windows to see if someone was watching me but there was never anyone there. Our bedroom was down in the basement so that the children could each have their own room and it seemed like a good idea except that there is no light in the room that we used for our bedroom.
Again I was confronted by spirits. Not just one, it was like being down in that room anyone could just come on in and see me. There were some friendly spirits that came but there were also some that weren’t so nice. Most of the time I was just scared. After the other bad experience I had I wasn’t thrilled about having many people. I was okay when it was one or two nice ghosts but more then that was a little frightening. I would wake up in the middle of the night to someone touching my head or sitting on my bed and there would be someone standing right over me. In the dark all they were was shadows, I couldn’t make out any definition just a dark shape, but you know how you can sense when live people are good or not, well it was the same thing with the ghosts.
Some would be okay and I would just go back to sleep and then others would give off such a horrible aura that I would wake the whole house up with my screaming. My husband woke up many nights with me clung to him screaming for him to help me. I thought maybe if I slept with a light on they would leave me alone so I made my husband leave the lights in the adjoining basement room on at night. It did slow down some of the ghosts from coming but for the ones that did, all that happened was that I could make them out as if they were real people instead of just the nameless faceless shapes like before. Needless to say, I put my girls into the same room and my husband and I now sleep upstairs. I still feel uncomfortable when I go downstairs and I get my husband to go down if it’s night time because I refuse to be down there.
I also should tell you that another thing that happens to me is that I dream about events that are going to happen. As far back as I can remember I have had conversations with people or done things that I have seen myself doing that I have already had in a dream. I also know just before someone dies that they are going to die. Most times I will have a dream and someone that I know that is dead comes and takes that person by the hand and walks away with them and then within a few days they die.
I once went to a psychic. She was pretty good about knowing things and I figured if anyone would know what to do about the things I see she would. She told me that I needed to learn how to control it so that when bad spirits came to me I could block them out. She said that I am very susceptible to spirits and that I have a lot of psychic energy and that at the present time anyone could come to me and will whenever they want and there’s nothing I can do unless I learn to control it. It’s a scary gift but I try to make the most of it. All in all I have had mostly pleasant experiences, they far outweigh the bad ones I have had. I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to this gift that I have been given but any thoughts on how to control it would definitely be helpful.