A FATHER'S LOVING TOUCH
(Kara)
My dad had been very ill for a while. Just after my graduation, he succumbed to the lung cancer that had been eating away at him for ten years. The summer after graduation he came down with pneumonia, and with only half a lung left, was unable to fight it off like he had fought off everything else. To understand this story, I have to explain a bit about my father. He was career military for thirty years and was the back bone of our family. He lived ten years more then the doctors had given him. When he passed away, it was like the seams unraveled for us all. After spending two long weeks by my fathers side in the hospital, I found that I was unable to grieve when he died. It felt like I was in this little bubble and the world around me was very surreal. But, like anyone who has experienced a loss knows, this doesn't last forever. One night I was in my bed sleeping. I was in a twilight sleep and knew I was sobbing. It was as if the damn had broke. All at once my father was sitting on the side of my bed. He looked healthy and was wearing his usual blue jeans and no shirt attire he wore in the morning before work.. He was rubbing my back and told me it was ok, that everything would be all right now. I've never felt so much peace or comfort before or since that night. When I sat up, he was gone. Some people might think I was dreaming, but I know it was my dad taking care of the last baby in the family. I've never had anything like it happen since. But I believe with all my heart that my dad knew I needed him that night and came to take care of some unfinished business.
"WE'RE HERE!"
(Garnet)
When my youngest son, Jeremy, was about 1 year old, something odd would happen around his nap time. He would always wake up laughing. When we would go in to get him, he would point to all of the
corners of the room and laugh. He would be so happy and get so excited. One day I wanted to see if I could catch what he was so happy about on film. So when we went in to get him, I took a picture. When the picture came back, it had orbs all over. (The picture to the left was cropped to fit in my photo album, so you can only see a couple.) We lived in this apartment for 2 1/2 years and had many experiences there, but none were as comforting as this.
One of the more frightening experiences in that apartment happened when I was in bed one night. I was alone because my fiancé worked the graveyard shift. I always sleep with the TV on because I feel the need to be able to see what's around me. On this night in particular, I had just fallen asleep and the TV turned off on its own. When I opened my eyes, there were these two black clouds right in my face. They said, "We're here!" The next thing I knew, I was pushed violently across and off my bed until I hit the wall. Just like that, they were gone. I've had many frightening experiences in my life, but this was the only violent one. We moved soon after this happened. (Click here to view Garnet's photo)
UPSTAIRS...DOWNSTAIRS...WHO ARE THESE TWO MEN?
(Christi)
When I was 15 my family moved into a new house. At first the house seemed fine. It was built in the 1920's (not sure exact year). The house was originally a two bedroom house with one bathroom, kitchen, living room, and dining room. It had a full basement and attic. Before we moved in the attic was converted into bedrooms. On one side of the hallway and stairs there was a huge room with a small walk in closet with a window, next to the closet was another door into a huge closet that we converted into a bedroom, in this room there was a square hole to access the unfinished attic. Across the hallway from the closet/bedroom was another bedroom that had sloped ceilings on both sides. You could only stand up straight in the center of the room. In the closet in this room was another square where you could access the attic. For awhile the closet/bedroom was not in use. I had the large room, while Jess (my sister) had the dormer room. I would often, while sleeping, hear strange scratching noises from the closet/bedroom. The first night I heard this I got up to investigate, thinking that the cats got locked in there. However, when I went into the room there was nothing in there and the noises sounded like they were coming from the attic. I opened the entrance and found nothing there. This happened every night for a long time. After awhile I talked to Jess about it and she said she heard scratching noises from the opening in her room too. So we decided to screw them shut. That night, we both heard the scratches louder than before and it sounded like someone banging on the wood covering the opening. The next morning we checked it out. We took the square off and looked and there were dents and huge gouges in the wood that were not there before. We immediately screwed them both shut with more screws and vowed to never touch them again. After awhile my step-father had to do something in the attic and took the screws off (we did not find this out for quite awhile afterwards). After that the hauntings increased. We would often feel something stroke our legs and arms when no one else was in the room. Lights would turn on and off as would the radio. We would hear someone talking in various rooms in the house when we were the only ones home. One night I came downstairs to use the bathroom and thought I saw my step-father standing in my half-sister's doorway, but when I got closer I realized that I could see through him. When he looked at me and smiled I got the impression that he was just watching over her and was there to protect. The downstairs was never that threatening a place after that. I felt watched, but it was like the man down there was just protecting the inhabitants of this family. However, the feelings you got up the stairs was completely different. A few months later I got up to go to the bathroom and saw a slightly heavy set man walking down the stairs, I couldn't help but shiver at the feelings emanating from him. He turned and looked at me and he smiled but I felt intense feelings of evil and hatred coming from that smile. He continued down the stairs and stopped at the bottom. He stared in the direction of my half-sister's bedroom. But it looked as if he was straining against something I couldn't see. All of a sudden the pictures on the wall in my bedroom all flew onto the floor and he disappeared. This happened several times but he never could seem to leave the stairs. I always felt evil when upstairs at night. One night when I watched him go down the stairs he only got about halfway then turned towards me and started coming back up. I felt as if something horrible would happen if I let him get to me, so I ran back into my room and shut the door. I listened to his footsteps as they reached my door and then my door started shaking and it sounded as if he was banging on it. I never left my room at night again. I got the feeling, though, that the one touching us during the day was not the same person. We later found out that a teenage guy killed himself in the closet off of the big room. I felt as though he just wanted to let us know that he was there and I was never frightened during the day when he would mess with the lights and radio. I never did find out about the evil presence in the hall and on the stairs, or about the protector of the house. If anyone knows anything about this house email me at silver_unicorn_1982@yahoo.com. The house is on 38th and Yakima, behind Big Vac.
THEIR ALWAYS WITH US
(Heather)
My father passed away in June of 1995. He died very suddenly from a massive coronary, attributed to his severe diabetes. This was beyond a shock to the entire family... we had all (thank you God!) been together just the night before to celebrate my cousin's birthday. Everyone but my little step-sister (who was living with her dad) was in attendance at Joe's birthday party. My brother and I (we are twins) were in rare form - anticipating our 21st birthday(s) - only 9 days away. My father's parting shot to us was merely a reminder to be responsible... bless his heart. He was always so mischevious - so we thought it a riot that he would say such a thing.
The next day, I was taking my last final for my associates degree. About half-way through the exam, a woman from the administration office came into the room. In all my years of education - I'd never been "the kid pulled from class"... not once. But as she walked into the room, the hairs stood up on the back of my neck - and I knew she had come for me. She went up to my instructor... and whispered in his ear... and he dropped his head and I felt a simultaneous drop in my belly... in my suddenly heavy heart. He called my name and I went to the front of the room. The woman told me that there had been an accident and my father was in the hospital. As we walked back to the administration office where my cousin Amber and her then fiance (they were to be married in only 3 days time) were waiting for me, I begged her to tell me what was going on. I knew. But until someone said it out loud - I wouldn't believe it. My cousin and her husband held my hand as we drove to the hospital only minutes from the college - but they wouldn't... could NOT... tell me what had happened. When we got to the hospital - I was immediately directed to a small room, where many of my family members waited... including my mom and stepfather. I was immediately surrounded by women. My grandmother put her hands on my face and with the sheer sadness that only a mother who has lost her child could ever express... told me that my father was gone.
I was so lost. It didn't seem real. He was only 47 years old dangit! To this day - I find myself waking up and hoping that it was all just a horrible dream. Then reality settles in... and I resign myself to another day without my daddy. Not all dreams are horrible though - you know?
Just a few days after he died... I dreamed something so surreal - it is the culmination of my story. I dreamt that I walked into my father's house, and the TV, which was oddly situated at the head of the hallway, was playing "The Price is Right" (my dad and I used to watch it... he was very accident prone - including having to have two toes removed, and sometimes was homebound) and then I heard the toilet flush. Out from the bathroom came my dad, righting himself as though he'd just gone to the bathroom. Very typical.
I said "DAD! What are you doing here? You aren't supposed to be here!?!" But LORD I was so happy... so relieved! He looked at me with that mischevious grin and said "Let's go for a drive."
Whenever something was on my mind - we went for a drive. On this occassion, we drove around for HOURS! I could never tell you what we talked about... but I can only say, that in my heart of hearts, he was passing on to me his own personal "words of wisdom" that will reveal themselves to me whenever I need it. I can't tell you how many times, in these years since he has been "gone", I have come into situations where I'm hit by these intense epiphanies... yet I know for certain it is something my dad would tell me.
At the end of this dream... we pulled up to a golf course near to where I was living, and he told me it was time to go. I cried and told him I wasn't ready! And he told me it would all be ok. He was right. No matter how sad I get, no matter how many situations in my life... that dream comes back to me - and I know, everything is going to be ok.
Just to add a little bit to this story - I want to mention that my dad never got to meet his grandkids... not in the usual sense. My oldest nephew, when he was only just beginning to talk, was being quizzed on who people were in pictures my sister had hung in the hallway... when they got to a picture of my dad, he said "Papa". She asked if he knew him and my favorite oldest nephew said "I see him when I sleep."
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