We are all used to doing things based on logic and common sense. On the other hand, there are certain occurrences that cannot be rationally explained. These things excite us to the point of loss because there is a possibility that they include something otherworldly.
My mother discovered that she had forgotten her keys inside the house when we arrived home from school. As a result, she knocked on the door and had my grandmother open it for us to enter. Our apartment was located on the eighth floor. We knock, and my grandmother cries from the inside, “I’m coming!” so we wait, and five minutes pass by. We continue to knock on the door, but she continues to repeat the same thing. In the end, the elevator door opens behind us, and my grandmother is the one who exits. At all times, the unit had been devoid of any occupants.
My mother and father traveled to South Carolina to attend a wedding. An antique bed and breakfast was where they slept on their trip. Mom awoke all of a sudden, and she was holding her mobile device on her nightstand. The phone was flashing because it was displaying a notification, and she was aware of it. She observed a “ghost” that was clothed in a formal outfit, and it was heading toward the flashing light on the smartphone. It was fascinated on the light; it approached it. “It’s okay, it’s just a phone,” my mother said on the phone. Suddenly, the ghost turned around and made direct eye contact with my mother before vanishing.
My mother and grandmother were listening to the baby monitor when they heard someone say hello to me when I was a little child. The two of them hurried upstairs, but they could not find anything there. We believe that it was my grandfather, who had gone away before I was born, greeting me because he was there.
I was in San Diego, California, and I was visiting the Whaley building, which is a well-known building that is said to be haunted. While I was there, I heard piano music playing in a parlor or living room located below. There was not a single live person present in the room, and none of the other members of my group were able to hear the music, which lasted for barely a few seconds.
I used to tell my mother that I didn’t want to go upstairs because the young kid terrified me when I was between the ages of two and four. As it turned out, my mother was painting by herself on the very first night in that home. She heard something and saw a little child strolling down those stairs.
My uncle passed away, and I went to bed early on the day he passed away. I had a dream in which he was breaking his promise to me. As soon as I opened my eyes, I made my way into the living room. It was my mother who was weeping. “Your uncle Frank passed away just a few moments ago,” she informed me.
Within the confines of the living room, my brother was dancing and conversing with no one else who was there. “Thank you, grandma…” he remarked at the conclusion of the story. Although she had passed away many years before, the day that this event took place would have been her birthday if she had been living at the time.
Over the course of three days, when I was nine years old, I stayed up late since it was summer vacation and my grandmother was staying at my place. We contacted the police since she had died away while she was sleeping, and they came and took her away. I was unable to go to sleep that night. Next, I walked to the mirror, looked at myself, and instead of seeing myself, I saw her.
My grandmother shared with me the story of my uncle, who had passed away, and even showed me some photographs of him when I was approximately three years old. Although grandpa had died away four years before to my birth, I definitely recall seeing him in the corner of my home, gazing at me and indicating with his hand. grandpa had been waiting for me to be born. For some reason, when I told my grandmother about it, she was very scared.
It was just before my spouse passed away many years ago that I heard a voice that was not my own, coming from approximately 15 feet away and saying, “Take a good look at him.” You are about to witness him for the very final time in his life. What was it? Even now, I am able to make out the sound of the voice. It sounded like a woman.
In my living room, there is a massive mirror that mirrors the doorway leading to the passageway. I was probably between the ages of 11 and 12 when I was contemplating it and combing my hair in preparation for school. As I was ready to secure it, I saw a white person go by my door. I was just about to tie it up. That it was my grandmother, and that she was just demonstrating to us that she is still here, was something I was aware of.
At one point, my father related to me that he had gone into the bathroom late at night and grabbed for the light switch by accident. He said that there was something that seemed to be the hand of an elderly person concealing the switch. He retracted his hand for a little period of time, and then he reached back to feel it once again, but it was no longer there. When he switched on the light, there was nothing there to be found.
At that moment, my three-year-old son was securely fastened in his car seat when he suddenly began yelling, “Lock doors, lock doors!” I went ahead and clicked the button in an effort to maintain his contentment, and a few seconds later, a man emerged from behind the vehicle and attempted to open the doors and enter the vehicle. Although ours were locked, he proceeded to the car in front of us, unlocked theirs, and then began hitting the driver of the other vehicle. Due to the fact that the lights had just changed, the motorist in question sped off, and I took off after him, leaving the other individual to stumble across the road. There is no way that my kid could have seen behind us since he was securely fastened in a hefty car seat. Furthermore, because he was at the rear of the vehicle, he was unable to view the side mirrors either.
