I am happy to announce that I have published my first book of fictional ghost stories on Kindle: The Spirit Hour – Volume 1.
Imagine if you could see and hear spirits. What would they say? How would they act? The Spirit Hour is a collection of five stories about the afterlife and how spirits interact with the human characters they meet.
I am also working on a ghost story novel that I am hoping to find an agent for after this draft is complete. Between these writing projects and promoting, I have not had as much time as I would like to devote to The Ghost Post this year. Please be patient. I will resume writing stories for The Ghost Post as soon as I can.
Thank you for your support as I continue to grow and develop as a writer.
Thanks to Toni from Virginia for sharing these stories with me!
Toni has had paranormal experiences her whole life. Both sides of her family have psychic abilities, so she is used to regularly receiving communications from spirits. Her earliest encounter happened when she was four years old. At the time, she lived in a house on Long Island. Built by a sea captain, it was always dark and creepy, no matter the weather. One cloudy day, Toni was going up to the second floor via the staircase that led to the maid’s quarters when she heard a woman’s voice call out to her.
“Toni, Dear. I need to talk to you.”
Toni paused on the stairs, searching for the woman. The voice sounded like it came from close by, but there was no one around. “What do you want to tell me?” Toni asked.
“Come upstairs to the attic,” the woman said.
Toni was not in the mood for this. “Can we do this later? I want to take a nap.”
The spirit of the woman did eventually come back to speak to Toni, but not until she was six years old. Even as a young child, Toni was not afraid of spirits. Her mother taught her to embrace her psychic abilities because it was a gift from God.
After her parents divorced, Toni went to live with her mother, Libby, in Cullowhee, North Carolina. The house that they stayed in was built by Toni’s maternal grandfather, Joe. A large house, it has an attic, four bedrooms, a parlor, dining room, living room, and a kitchen. The house is located on Cherokee land and was constructed using the wood from her grandfather’s various lumber camps. Over the years, many people have lived and died in this house, so it known to be haunted.
Sometimes Grandpa Joe’s spirit would drop by for a visit. One time, Toni and her mother were sitting together in the living room. Toni’s mother had been thinking about Grandpa Joe all day. As she was sitting there, Toni distinctly heard a male voice inside her head say, “Tell Baby that I’m here, that I love her, and not to be worried.”
Toni said that Grandpa Joe had come through to her just then and that he had a message. She then repeated the words back to her mother, who started crying. “Baby” had been Libby’s childhood nickname. Toni had not known that “Baby” was her grandfather’s nickname for her mother when she received the message.
Another day, Toni was sitting on the front steps having coffee when she heard her grandfather’s spirit calling for her mother from inside the house. “Baby? Baby? Where are you?”
Toni answered him. “Grandfather, it’s Toni. Mom is out shopping. She’ll be back later.”
“Okay. Tell her that I was looking for her,” he said. Then she felt his presence leave the house. Toni let her mother know about Grandpa Joe’s visit when she got home. Later that night, he came to visit her mother in a dream.
Toni liked to have sleepovers at her house when she was a teenager. One night around nine o’clock, she and her girlfriends heard footsteps coming down the stairs. No one else was home with them at the time and they didn’t see anyone standing there. From the bottom of the steps they heard a female voice call out, “Toni, Dear. It’s time to go to bed now.” The spirit had a beautiful voice but did not make a physical manifestation. The girls were so spooked that they were too afraid to stay inside the house. Instead, they all went to sleep outside in their cars for the night.
During another sleepover, Toni and her friends decided to use a Ouija board. Toni’s mother was not pleased with this, but she didn’t stop them from holding the séance. She encouraged them to say prayers for protection though. The spirit came through the board and told one girl that her boyfriend would have a car accident. Later, the board flew off the bed and hit the window, breaking it. Two months later, the girl’s boyfriend got into a terrible car accident just as the spirit had said. Thankfully, he survived it.
Toni wasn’t the only one who had encounters with spirits in that house. One evening, Toni’s mother, Libby, was relaxing in her bedroom. Toni had left for a date and the house was quiet. Libby could see the stairs from her bedroom. She heard a woman in heels walking back up the stairs.
“Toni, is that you?” she called out, thinking her daughter had forgotten something. When Toni didn’t answer, Libby knew that her daughter had left the house. The footsteps continued up the stairs. Even though Libby didn’t see anyone, she could smell lavender perfume in the hallway, which was not the kind of perfume that Toni wore. The room grew cold and the family dog, Pepper, started barking. It would seem that the female spirit walking around Toni’s grandfather’s house prefers to stay invisible. Perhaps she is the one who opens the doors and windows, and messes with the lights, even when the house stands empty and the power has been shut off.
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I hope that this letter finds you well. This will be the last blog post for the year. Thank you for all your support! I’ve got some more great ghost stories and hauntings to share with you in 2018, so stay tuned. Enjoy the holidays, and I hope the new year brings you much love, good health, and blessings!
Happy Holidays and a Blessed New Year from The Ghost Post!
Best,
Tara Theresa Hill
Guardians Beyond the Grave
Maybe it’s just the time of the year, but I always find my ancestral spirits on my mind more during the fall and winter. I believe that our ancestral spirits both from this lifetime and previous ones are always around, watching over us, and offering help and guidance whenever they can. Over the years, I’ve had a few amazing experiences with the spirits of my maternal grandparents, Grandpa Freddie and Grandma Tessie.
Grandpa Freddie used to watch me after school when I was a little girl. I was over his house almost every day. After my homework was done, we used to sit and read or watch TV together. Once a week, we would feed the birds outside of his house. He would sing to me, cook special meals for me, and watch over me while I played. He was the best grandpa that anyone could ask for. I adored him and was heartbroken when he died.
After graduating college, I got a job teaching high school English. Many people have a difficult first year teaching. In addition to juggling lesson plans and managing a classroom, you’re also dealing with parents and school politics. It’s a challenging, and often thankless profession. Couple these obstacles with a failing institution, and you have the perfect combination for burnout. Within a few weeks, I had a sinking feeling that teaching wasn’t for me. I did my best, but by the end of the first semester, I was let go. I refused to give 90s to the students who didn’t want to work, and that apparently with my struggles as a new teacher, was enough to fire me.
Unfortunately, this was just as the economy crashed. Being new to the workforce, I fell into the category of knowledgeable, but inexperienced. Constantly scouring the internet for opportunities that didn’t exist left me feeling useless. I didn’t have any inclination to do the things that brought me joy, like reading and writing. Eventually, I started to spiral into a deep, dark depression.
Then one night, I had a strange dream. I heard my name being called from my living room. I saw the shadow of a male spirit sitting on the couch. As I approached, the figure turned into my Grandpa Freddie. I remember that he was wearing trousers with a dark blue flannel, V-neck shirt. He even had on a fedora. This is the same kind of outfit that he used to wear when he was alive.
“Grandpa?” I asked in surprise. “What are you doing here?”
“Tara, you have to stop crying. Everything is going to be okay, but you have to stop crying so much. It’s upsetting all of us.”
His answer implied that my other relatives in the Spirit World were concerned, as well. I was stunned that they knew about it, but I promised that I would do as he asked. That was all I remembered of the dream, but it gave me hope that things would get better. Within a few weeks, I had started writing, and then I found a part-time office job a couple of months later. It is important to note that my grandparents were children during the Great Depression, so they knew what it was to overcome real struggle.
Grandma Tessie died of a rare form of cancer three years before I was born. My grandfather had little, porcelain bird statues set up around his house that had belonged to Grandma. I used to beg Grandpa Freddie for stories about Grandma Tessie. He would tell me that she had been a deeply loving person who enjoyed nature, singing, reading, and helping others. I always wished that I had had the chance to meet her.
My husband and I had just bought our first home and were having issues with some of the appliances. The seller hadn’t told us that the refrigerator was on its last legs. Fortunately, we discovered this before buying groceries. We ordered a refrigerator that day, but the store said it would take another two weeks for delivery. Between the move itself and this mishap, we had been eating takeout and microwave meals for a while.
My husband and I are generally healthy eaters. I tend to be more diet conscious than he is because my body is sensitive to large amounts of salt or preservatives in food. We were still a week away from getting our refrigerator when my legs swelled up from the knee down. I discovered this at work and didn’t have time to see the doctor until the next day.
By the time I got home, I was panicking about whether I was going to be okay. I sat down on the couch, meaning to rest for just a few minutes before ordering dinner. My husband wasn’t home yet, so I was all alone.
I had just started to doze off, when I felt someone come into the room. A sweet female voice said, “Don’t worry, Tara. Everything’s going to be fine.” I made out the figure of a dark-haired woman wearing a bright yellow dress standing by the couch.
As I looked at the woman, I started to sit up. “Grandma Tessie…” I said, but she was already gone. I don’t know if I entered a semi-trance in my sleep somehow or if I was starting to dream, but she came through to let me know that I was going to be okay.
The times that their spirits appeared to me, I was not consciously asking for help or thinking about my grandparents. Also, even though I had never met my grandmother while she was alive, I still recognized her by the sound of her voice. While I had seen pictures of her before, her voice is what caught my attention.
The Spirit World has a marvelous ability to tap into our world at just the right moment. There is always someone out there guiding and watching over us, even if we don’t realize it. No matter how frightened we may be, we are never alone because love transcends death.
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From early childhood, I have had dreams about spirits coming to visit me. This dream was different from all the others though because the person is still alive. My grandmother was recently diagnosed with dementia, although it probably was developing for years. The strange dream came a few weeks after she moved into a home for the elderly and disabled.
I received a message that someone was there to talk to me. In the dream, I exited my bedroom to find myself in a long hallway. A blue light coming from one of the rooms indicated the presence of a spirit. As I entered what appeared to be a large, old-fashioned nursery, the ghostly image of an elderly woman began to take shape at a table in the center of the room. Thinking she looked familiar, I walked up to her to get a better look.
“Grandma?” I asked.
She smiled at me and nodded. This was my grandma who loved cooking, reading stories to children, and taking care of all the kids in our family and around her neighborhood. When she talked, she looked and sounded just like I remember her. I asked her if she was okay and she said, “Yes.” She wanted to know what was going on in my life, so I told her.
Grandma knew that I always wanted to be a writer. By the time I got into my writing career, carrying on conversations with her had become difficult. So, I always told her that I was writing, but not about my interests in or having encounters with spirits. It was just something I didn’t discuss with her. Toward the end of the dream, I asked her, “Grandma, do you know what I do?”
She smiled at me. “Why do you think I’m here?” Then she hugged me again. At that moment, I felt such a deep love radiating from her and I knew that she loves me just as I am.
I believe in something called the “Soul Memory.” While it includes the memories that we make in life, our “Soul Memory” is the sum of all the memories that we choose to carry on with us from all our incarnations. During life, most people only have access to the current lifetime’s memories and the others are kept hidden. These become accessible once more after they have crossed over into the afterlife.
I believe that the “Soul Memory” stays intact no matter what happens to the body. The brain is like a computer that processes our experiences and turns the important parts into memories based on the emotions that we attach to these events. With the “Soul Memory,” even if the brain is unable to function properly due to disease, age, or some other condition, the memories are still preserved.
This spirit visitation helped me start to come to peace about what is happening to my grandma. Yes, I am still sad, but I know that she is cared for and loved. I go and see her regularly, even though she doesn’t remember me in the same way anymore. When I tell her that I am her granddaughter and that I love her, I know that a deeper part of her understands. The person that we love is never really gone because the soul is eternal and love transcends all boundaries.
Do You Have a Ghost Story?
Send me an email to theghostpostreporter@gmail.com to set up an interview. I’m always in the mood for a good ghost story!
Want even more Ghost Stories?
I have launched a ghost story magazine via Patreon called The Spirit Hour. For a dollar a month, you get complete access to all the stories in the ghost story magazine, so that you can read them whenever you want. A new ghost story will be posted once a month.
Also, check out The Ghost Post’s YouTube channel for audio recordings of The Ghost Post. It’s perfect for camping out, sleepovers, or anytime you just want to hear a ghost story on the go.
Are you one of the following: A paranormal writer, artist, or investigator?
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Do you have a paranormal-themed business or Facebook group?
Then check out my new paranormal advertising group, The Paranormal Hotspot: The Market for All Things Paranormal. There is no set promotion day, so you can promote your business, art, or group every day for free. You can also post links to sites where you sell your products or services. Our mission is to help paranormal businesses, artists, writers, and investigators connect with fans and consumers!
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Thanks to Laura from Upstate New York for sharing this story with me!
When Laura was ten years old, her parents moved into a three-family house in Upstate New York. It had originally been a large Victorian house, but the owner had broken it up into separate apartments, so that she could rent them out. The top floor was empty at the time that Laura’s family moved in. It was a studio apartment meant for either a single person or a couple with no kids, so Laura’s parents chose the larger, two-bedroom on the first floor. The landlord lived in the basement.
The living room was located toward the front of the house and the kitchen had a backdoor that the family could use to go down into the garden. While the house looked pretty, with its tall, elegant windows and high ceilings, the floors were uneven and the narrow hallways shot off at weird angles. The strangest part of the house was the hallway closet. Laura discovered it on moving day. While her parents were busy carrying boxes into the house, Laura ran about exploring everything. Inside of the closet was an old wooden staircase that ended one flight up at a blackened wall. Despite the light from the hanging bulb, the stairwell remained cast in shadow.
“What’s behind this wall?” Laura asked her mother.
“Back when the house was unified, those stairs led up to the third floor. They built a wall across it when it was renovated. I don’t want you climbing up there. The stairs are original to the house and they look rickety. You could fall through and hurt yourself.”
By early fall, the airy house turned bitter cold. No matter how much heat the landlord sent up, it was never enough. They didn’t want to complain, so they insulated the windows, used space heaters, and kept the curtains closed all day. Even with all the lights on, the house was much darker than it had been in the summer.
Laura liked to sit at the kitchen table to do her homework. One afternoon while her mother was napping, she was reading a book when she became aware of someone watching her. She looked up expecting to see her mother, but didn’t see anyone. She went back to her book, only to see a shadow go by out of the corner of her eye. This happened a few times until Laura decided to go check the hallway.
“Hello? Mom?” she called out.
Laura stood in the darkened hallway waiting for an answer. She was thinking of going to check on her mother when she heard light footsteps scamper across the floor. They were moving away from her, but she hadn’t seen anybody standing there. Suddenly freezing, Laura rubbed her arms. She went back into the kitchen, pulled on a sweater, and dragged a space heater up to her chair, so that she could finish her homework. After that incident, she always did her work in the chair nearest to the wall facing away from the hallway.
Another time, Laura woke up in the middle of the night to see a ball of light moving about her room. It appeared to be about the size of a soft ball, was solid-looking, and had a golden color. Laura sat up in bed wondering if she should call for her parents. She didn’t feel threatened by whatever this thing was, although she knew this wasn’t normal. The ball of light lasted for about a minute before fading away.
Since moving into the house, Laura had often had trouble sleeping. Sometimes she even had strange dreams. One night, Laura dreamt that a little, blonde-haired girl wearing a blue dress with long, puffy sleeves came into her room. She began playing with Laura’s toy tea set.
Laura watched her for a few seconds before clearing her throat. “Hello. Who are you?” she asked.
The little girl put down the teapot she was holding, turned to Laura, and dipped into a little curtsy. “My name is Emily. I’m looking for my mother. Have you seen her?”
“I’m sorry,” said Laura. “No. I don’t think she’s here.”
The little girl giggled. “Of course, she is! She never leaves the house except to go into the garden. Perhaps, she is there now.”
The little girl ran out of the room so fast that Laura didn’t even have a chance to respond. Laura opened her eyes to find herself sitting up in bed. She could hear little footsteps moving along the hallway and a faint voice calling, “Mama! Where are you?” After a few seconds, the sound faded away and the house was silent once more. Hoping she had imagined everything, Laura turned over and went back to sleep. By morning, she had written it off as a dream.
When she got home after school, Laura was surprised to find her bedroom door closed. She was pretty sure that she had left it open that morning. Opening it, she quickly walked across the room toward her tea set. A gift from her grandmother, it was porcelain with a pattern of pink roses sprayed across it. Laura hadn’t played with in it years, but since it was pretty, she liked to keep it set up on her old doll table. She always left the teapot in the center of a circle of four teacups and saucers. The tea set was still there, but all the cups had been turned upside down.
From then on, Laura often came in to find her toys moved around. This didn’t bother her. Even if she was a ghost, Emily was younger than Laura. If Emily wanted to play with Laura’s toys when she was at school, she didn’t mind.
After a year, Laura’s family decided not to stay there. On top of the poor heating, they had started having trouble with the plumbing. Laura’s father had found a new job and her mother had gotten a raise, so they were able to purchase a nice house in the area. The moving van was waiting with the furniture and they had already packed their suitcases into the car. The three of them were doing a last sweep to make sure that they hadn’t missed anything, when suddenly they heard footsteps moving across overhead.
“Did you hear that?” asked Laura’s mother.
Laura’s father looked at the ceiling. “Yeah, it almost sounded like someone walking around up there, but that’s silly. The top floor is empty. I’ll let the landlord know. Maybe some raccoons got in there or something.”
“I don’t think so,” said Laura.
She had tried to tell her parents that the house was haunted before, but they always rationalized everything away. Laura couldn’t help but gaze up at the third-floor windows as her family descended the stairs for the last time. For just a moment, she thought she saw Emily and a woman in an old-fashioned dress staring back at her. Laura raised her hand in parting. The little girl and her mother waved back, then they disappeared.
Do You Have a Ghost Story?
Send me an email to theghostpostreporter@gmail.com to set up an interview. I’m always in the mood for a good ghost story!
Want even more Ghost Stories?
I have launched a new ghost story magazine via Patreon called The Spirit Hour. I’ll be uploading a new ghost story or the next part of a continuing story every week. For only one dollar a month, you get complete access to all the stories that I post on Patreon.
Also, check out The Ghost Post’s YouTube channel for audio recordings of The Ghost Post. It’s perfect for camping out, sleepovers, or anytime you just want to hear a ghost story on the go.
Are you one of the following: A paranormal writer, artist, or investigator?
Or
Do you have a paranormal-themed business or Facebook group?
Then check out my new paranormal advertising group, The Paranormal Hotspot: The Market for All Things Paranormal. There is no set promotion day, so you can promote your business, art, or group every day for free. You can also post links to sites where you sell your products or services. Our mission is to help paranormal businesses, artists, writers, and investigators connect with fans and consumers!
Get Your Ghost On!
Check out our CafePress store featuring The Ghost Post’s official mascot, Spook. We’ve got awesome coffee mugs, t-shirts, and more!
I often receive spirit visitations in dreams. My spirit dreams have a subtle difference from my regular dreams. It’s hard to explain, but I feel as if my conscious mind is fully awake when I have these spirit dreams. I have had full conversations with spirits who visit me while asleep. Sometimes I remember everything and can record it in my dream journal when I wake up. Other times, I can only recall how the spirit looked, what they sounded like, and how I felt being around them. While I can never be sure if these dreams are true, I do know that the spirits who appear in my dreams seem as real as when I have had waking encounters with spirits.
In a recent dream, my husband woke me up and said that someone wanted to speak with me. I looked and saw this young-looking, female spirit standing in my bedroom. A white light was emanating from her, which helped ease my worries. Her brown hair was tied up in a bun and she was wearing a long, white dress with a high collar. She reminded me of someone from the Victorian era. For some reason, I recognized her vibration which made me think that I either must have dreamt of her before or have felt her presence around my house. Sometimes I will feel a spirit hanging around my home for a few days before they manage to make contact with me in a dream.
The spirit beckoned me to follow her, indicating that she needed something from the “other room.” I wondered what room she was talking about. Peeking around the corner, I saw that she was headed in the direction of my bathroom.
Upon entering what was supposed to be my bathroom, I found myself standing in a large room with white walls and grey, wooden floorboards. There were boxes stacked everywhere. It reminded me of a large attic that one might find at the top of an old house. The lady walked over to a couple of boxes and told me that she needed them to be “lifted.” My guess was that whatever she wanted was underneath the boxes. I tried to move the boxes myself, but they were too heavy. Calling out to my husband for help, he walked into the room and moved aside the boxes for us.
One of the floorboards was loose and rotted. I bent down to see if it could be removed. The ghost got very excited. There was a small package hidden inside a space in the floor. I kneeled down and pulled it up, passing it to her.
The second I did that, my husband and I were back in our bedroom, but the ghost of the young woman was still with us. I wasn’t sure what else she wanted. She kept walking about our bedroom, as if she was waiting for something. Watching her as she moved about, I felt compelled to say that I knew her because I had seen her in our room before.
The woman turned and smiled. “Now that you have acknowledged that you have seen me, I feel better and can go in peace.”
As she said this, all the light drained from her at once. It was like watching a flower close its petals. One second she was there glowing brightly, and the next, her manifestation had pulled itself into a ball before fading away.
The dream did not end here. I was concerned with how quickly the woman had disappeared, so I called out to her, “Are you sure that you’re okay, now?” There was no answer, so I knew that she had gone. Now, came the weirdest part of my dream.
For some reason, I walked over to my closet door and slid it open. Instead of clothes, the inside was filled with a rosy light. When my eyes adjusted, I saw that I was looking into a hallway with golden walls and a ruby-red carpet. Music and conversation filtered in from a party that was taking place somewhere nearby. I stood there on the edge of this other world wondering what to do, when a young male spirit wearing a tuxedo appeared.
“Can I help you?” he asked.
“Yes, I’m looking for the young woman who was just in my room. I want to make sure that she’s really okay.”
He nodded. “She’s fine. She’s at the party now.” The way he said this, I got the feeling that the party was intended for her and that made me feel better about the situation. Still, I was curious about this portal that had seemingly opened up in my room.
“You know this is my bedroom closet, right?” I asked the young gentleman.
He nodded again. “Yes, but sometimes it acts as a portal between the worlds. Here, come and see for yourself.” The young man let me step inside.
I stood between the door frame in a T-formation with one foot on either side of the door. I waved one arm inside the door. “So, this is the Spirit World.” I waved my other arm outside my door. “And this is the Living World.”
“Yes,” he answered.
Satisfied, I stepped back onto my side. Just then another male spirit came down the hallway, carrying something in his hands. “Here,” he said. “The young lady inside said that she wanted you to have this.”
I thanked him, took the parcel, stepped back, and watched the portal close. I looked down and saw that the woman had given me a book. It had a golden-yellow cover and appeared to be about “transportation” of some kind. I put the book on my bedside table, meaning to read it later and got back into bed. Yes, it was one of those strange dreams where I wake up in the dream, but am not actually awake.
When I finally woke up the next morning, a few things occurred to me. I really believe that the woman was from the Victorian era. Not only because of her clothing, but because books were expensive and hard to come by back then, so receiving one as a gift was a special treat. Also, I personally love books and am happy that the spirits know that I’m a big reader with a large collection.
Furthermore, I had suspected for some time that my closet was a portal. In fact, the day before that dream, I had placed a goblet of water on my dresser which is not far from the closet. I light candles to my ancestors and spirit guides on my dresser and always put up a fresh glass of water for them. This sends “Love and Light” to them to help them on their spiritual missions in the afterlife. At any rate, this spirit visitation leads me to believe that C.S. Lewis, the author of The Chronicles of Narnia, got it right. Portals to other worlds really do exist and you never know when you might find one.
What do you think? Do you believe that portals to the spirit world or other dimensions exist? Let me know in the comments section below!
To read another story about spirits hanging around my closet, check out: My Cat Sees Orbs.
Do You Have a Ghost Story?
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Want even more Ghost Stories?
I have launched a new ghost story magazine via Patreon called The Spirit Hour. I’ll be uploading a new ghost story or the next part of a continuing story every week. For only one dollar a month, you get complete access to all the stories that I post on Patreon.
Also, check out The Ghost Post’s YouTube channel for audio recordings of The Ghost Post. It’s perfect for camping out, sleepovers, or anytime you just want to hear a ghost story on the go.
Are you one of the following: A paranormal writer, artist, or investigator?
Or
Do you have a paranormal-themed business or Facebook group?
Then check out my new paranormal advertising group, The Paranormal Hotspot: The Market for All Things Paranormal. There is no set promotion day, so you can promote your business, art, or group every day for free. You can also post links to sites where you sell your products or services. Our mission is to help paranormal businesses, artists, writers, and investigators connect with fans and consumers!
Get Your Ghost On!
In celebration of The Ghost Post’s 1 Year Anniversary, I have launched a CafePress store featuring The Ghost Post’s official new mascot, Spook. We’ve got awesome coffee mugs, t-shirts, and more!
It’s not easy to interpret one’s dreams. Symbols and messages that make sense while asleep often lose their logic after we wake. Some people don’t even remember most of their dreams. Others, keep a dream journal to record what they can recall before it grows hazy and is forgotten. Many cultures believe in Dreamers, a type of Medium who does psychic and spiritual work while they are dreaming. These stories might make you question the line between dreaming and reality.
When her son and daughter were young, Linda used to participate in a carpool. When it was Linda’s turn, it meant taking her friend’s three kids along with her own children. It was about a twenty-minute ride to the school. One night, Linda had a dream that she hit a deer while she was driving. In the dream, the animal’s back leg kicked her in the head as it crashed through the windshield. Thankfully, the kids were not present in this dream. Deeply disturbed by this nightmare and knowing that she sometimes had prophetic dreams, Linda vowed to be extra careful on the road. When nothing happened, she chalked it up to nervousness about the commute.
Many years later, the dream suddenly came back. Linda’s children were now all grown up. She called and asked them to please be careful while driving. Accustomed to their mother’s strange dreams, they promised to use caution. The daughter phoned a little while later, saying that she had arrived at her destination safely. Linda could sense that something was wrong when her son didn’t call.
When she did eventually hear from her son, he was reluctant to tell her that he had had an accident. The guy in front of him had hit a deer. Somehow during the collision, the deer’s body had flown over the other person’s car and through her son’s windshield. The creature landed in the passenger seat next to her son, who was miraculously unharmed.
Another dream that Linda had helped save her life. Her father died at sixty-eight from stomach cancer. One night, she dreamt that her father’s spirit came to visit her. He told her that he knew that her stomach had been hurting her for quite some time and he urged her to go see the doctor as soon as possible. Given what had happened to him, Linda decided to take his advice. The gastroenterologist examined her and sent her for an endoscopy. The test results revealed a large tumor in her stomach. Fortunately, they had caught the problem in time and Linda was able to recover with treatment.
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Orbs are a controversial subject in the paranormal community. The internet is full of people claiming to have captured an image of an orb in a picture or on video. Opinions on evidence vary, but they generally fall into three categories: dust, bugs, or other types of light refractions. I’m not here to make judgements on other people’s experiences or to try to debunk anything. Everyone must come to their own conclusions about what is real or not.
I do believe that orbs are one way that spirits visibly manifest. Perhaps this is because it takes less energy to appear as a ball of light than it does to show a fully developed human form. I have had a few experiences with orbs, both in spirit dreams and while awake. Many times, I have woken in the middle of the night to find orbs hovering either over or near my bed. When I see them, they look like glowing, nearly transparent bubbles with a thicker outer ring. I have seen them in an array of colors including red, pink, yellow, orange, gold, white, silver, and blue. Sometimes they are even multicolored. I always question my experiences because I feel that is it healthy to reserve a level of skepticism when facing something out of the ordinary. However, I keep an open mind to the existence of spirits and have faith that they exist.
One time in college, I woke up to see a large, glowing silver orb floating above my bed. It was easily bigger than a basketball and was oblong in shape. My husband, then boyfriend, George, was asleep next to me. I remember gazing up and feeling positive emotions coming from it, although I don’t remember hearing any specific words. I watched as it floated over my bed and through the wall next to mine. Then I went back to sleep.
Another time I saw an orb, I was home alone. My husband was out running errands. I was in the bathroom fixing my hair, when my cat, Diana, wandered in behind me. Like many cats, she loves to follow me around the house. She sat down on the bathmat to watch me. As I looked over to her, I noticed her look to the side as if she saw something. Her eyes were focused in on something, so I followed her gaze. As I turned, I saw a little golden ball of light zip through the bathroom door. It was stationary long enough for me to tell that it was there and then it disappeared. Diana had followed it with her eyes the whole time.
A couple of weeks later, I was in my bedroom when I saw another orb. It was a cloudy day, so the light in the bedroom was dim. The blinds were drawn, so there wasn’t much light coming in from outside. Diana was sitting by my closet, when suddenly she looked up at my ceiling in the same way that she had a few weeks earlier. I looked up expecting to see a spider or something. Instead, there was a little ball of light playing near my closet. It hung around for a few seconds before disappearing.
Each time that I saw the orbs, they looked like little round balls of light, but solid, as if I could have reached out and touched them. I am intrigued that they appeared in areas of my apartment that I feel have a lot of spirit energy. The bathroom is a source of water, so it is not unusual to feel spirit energies in that area. I also think that my closet serves as a type of portal, but that’s another story.
Note on the picture: Yes, those are bubbles in the photo. I used them because this picture was the closest thing that I could find to depict the concept of an orb at this time.
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It was a hot, summer day. Matthew worked in construction and had been at it since early that morning. The apartment was quiet. His mother was out shopping and visiting her friends. She wouldn’t be home for another few hours. After a long shower, Matthew went into his bedroom and pulled down the shades to block out the late afternoon sun. He set up a fan by his bed to help keep him cool. Before getting into bed, he lit a Saint Theresa candle and placed it on top of his dresser. Matthew often lit candles and said prayers for his grandmother, Tessie. She had died the year before after a hard battle with cancer.
Exhausted, Matthew flopped into bed and was soon in a deep sleep. He began to dream that he was at a carnival with his girlfriend. For some reason, they were playing a game of hide and seek in the dream. He said that he chased her from ride to ride, always to lose sight of her the second that he was about to catch her. At one point in the dream, he saw her disappear into a fun house, so he followed her in. He started running down a hallway lined with mirrors when he suddenly heard someone calling his name.
“Matthew!”
He turned around to see Grandma Tessie standing in one of the mirrors. She called out to him again. As he walked toward her, he found himself back in his room. Only he wasn’t awake because he could see himself lying fast asleep in his bed. Confused, he was wondering what was happening, when his grandmother appeared once again. This time she materialized next to him in the bedroom.
“Matthew, you’re sleeping. Wake up! The candle is about to burst into flames.”
This took him completely out of the dream. He felt his body hit the bed. Matthew sat up just in time to watch the candle’s glass break. The candle fell over and rolled on the dresser. In a flash, Matthew jumped out of bed and was able to snuff out the flame. Had he not been awake at that moment, the candle would have set the dresser on fire.
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As mentioned in an earlier Ghost Post, Her Daughter’s Guardian Angel, Linda has psychic abilities. This often results in prophetic dreams, which frequently spook her family. This particular incident happened when Linda was in her late twenties.
In St. Raymond’s Cemetery in Bronx, NY, there is a mausoleum that holds several generations of Linda’s family. Linda’s great-grandfather, Carmine, set this up so that the family would always stay together. Great-grandfather Carmine’s son, called Papa Nick, was deeply fond of his daughter-in-law, Vera. Vera is Linda’s mother. Even after her mother and father divorced, Papa Nick stayed close with Vera.
One night, Linda had a dream where she heard Papa Nick call out.
“Vera, help me! I’m drowning!”
This dream occurred two times in a row. When she mentioned the incident to her mother, Vera said that Papa Nick must be trying to tell them something important. The most confusing part was that while Linda was the one having the dream, Papa Nick kept calling for her mother.
After the second dream, Linda called her father to ask how Papa Nick had died. Was it at sea or on a boat? He answered that her grandfather had died of a stroke. When he asked her what had brought this question up, Linda told her father about the strange recurring dream.
“Maybe you’d better go visit Papa Nick in the cemetery and see if everything is okay.”
Her father promised that he would go check. The next day he called and explained what had happened. He had gone to the cemetery to find that a sewer pipe had backed up and flooded the mausoleum floor. One of the coffins floating in the water was Papa Nick’s. Thankfully, they found out in time and none of the coffins were damaged. It just goes to show you that when spirits want to make contact, they will find a way.
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