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Thursday, December 27, 2018

Tell me your story

Please post a comment, would love to hear if anyone has had similar things happen to them.  I believe that there is more to life than what we can see or hear, and would love to hear some validation to what might be out there.

Strange Sounds & Smells

I was in the basement of my grandmother's home, she had long passed on but my Dad and Sister lived in her home.  I was helping my sister with laundry and we were busy talking about life's problems and folding.  

My sister always left the intercom on and we could hear anything that was going on upstairs.  All the kids were at school and the house was silent except for our chats and the dryer spinning.

Our conversation was interrupted by the sound of two people talking upstairs.  I turned to my sister and asked if she had left the television on but she said no.  She then told me that the conversation I was hearing happened all the time, you could faintly hear what sounded like a man and woman having a quiet dispute.

My sister without any question believed it to be our grandparents having a small argument and all I could do was stare at the intercom with amazement.  I only wished I could make out what they were talking about but it was to difficult to hear.

Soon after my sister said that it was grandma and I felt the same, I smelt her facial cream as if she just walked right by us.  I then said to my sister, "do you smell that?"  and she said "all the time."  My grandmother loved Merle Norman make-up and cleansers and she used them everyday.  The sent brought back so many memories of her and I felt at peace knowing she was watching over everyone.

Great Grandpa's Visit



As a small child I lived in the home that my great grandparents had raised their children in.  So many times I could feel someone standing behind me, hear voices, or smell something that I should not have been there based on where I was standing.  

I was laying in bed one night, I shared a room with my younger sister and I could see her laying in her usual way, curled upward bum side up.  My parents room sat close and the only way out of their room was by a door that lead to ours.  I could see both of them laying together and hear my dad snoring.  

The house was cold, old and lacked any form of new.  Our ceiling was bent like a barn which made the entrance to my parents room odd, the door laid into the curve of our room.  For some reason I was having a hard time falling asleep that night and was looking at the light coming in from our window which was dim because it was only one street light, we lived miles out from the city. 

Of course as a small child the dark was scary and at times it was true that I could see things that parents say is imagination, but what I saw that night was not just some shadow laying in the corners of my eyes, or some creepy sound that old houses make as they settle deeper into the soils.  

There was a glass knob on a door that lead to the basement, the only place where there was a bathroom, like I said the house was old and the bathroom was added just to avoid using a outhouse. The knob could wiggle around cause it really didn't latch shut anymore, so we use a hook lock to keep it closed.  

I heard the knob clashing against the wood and it lingered like someone digging through a junk drawer, it was always very loud anytime anyone had to get up to use the bathroom, but like I said I could see my sister butt side up sleeping and could see both of my parents laying side by side happily snoring.  The noise frighten me and I could feel my heart race and I tightened my grip on the covers just in case I needed to use them for protection.   

Within seconds I heard glass shatter and was truly wishing with all my mind that someone had not broke into our home.  I waited for the person who had dropped glass to move and it wasn't long until I could hear the sound of feet scuffing along an old wooden floor.  I knew if that person entered the living room the alarm would go off, my dad was a bit of a technology guru. 

The shuffle continued like a slow moving sand block across a piece of wood, and it got louder like the sand block was being pressed harder, and I knew whoever it was, was getting closer to where I was at.  The alarm had not went off so I laid there bug eyed and nervous to the sounds being swallowed by my ears.  

The stairs creaked and I could see what I thought was a flashlight guiding the way, but I was wrong.  With each step the light grew and I knew at that point that what I was seeing was not of this world.  The large light lit up the corner of the room as it stood at the top of the stairs.  It didn't move any closer.  It was as if it was watching me as I was it and whatever it was could sense my fear and didn't was to scare me any further.  

I used my blanket as a tent, I was in fear it was going to come close to me. I closed my eyes and prayed to God to take it away.  I told him that it scared me whether or not it was good or evil and I just didn't want it there.  I peeked one eye from under the cover and it was gone.  I was so happy that God heard me cause I didn't want to uncover myself to see it standing over my bed. I didn't want to see a face or the lack of one.  

The next day I told my mom what had happened and that I didn't come and get her cause I was afraid to get out of my bed.  I thought for sure I was going to hear her tell me I must have been dreaming or maybe just my wild imagination but that's not what she said at all.  Her eyes looked shocked and she told me that her grandfather use to can food and keep it in the basement, and that he always wore slippers around the house that made a scuffing noise when he walked.