Sorry it's been a while since my last post. Not much has happened around here lately. It's been rather quiet.
I did have a few small notable things happen this week.
Earlier this week, I was getting ready for work and had just gotten out of the shower. I had left my alarm clock radio on and heard a song from the '80's that I knew. I swore I heard singing along that song coming from the bathroom on the other side, or perhaps even just out in the hallway. The thing is, my bathroom is in our 'library' that then goes into a second room that is our bedroom. The hallway door is off of the library and the bathrooms are back to back. So I could not explain how Allie could possible hear my radio loud enough to be singing along with the tunes? Of course the minute I opened the bathroom door to go look, the singing stopped.
I am curious to know how often things are heard vs seen from ghosties. Is it perhaps easier for them to manifest in sound than in actual sightings? Maybe it takes less energy or something. I don't know. I just know that we often times hear unexplainable sounds.
Last night we heard something else. We were again sitting out front in our chairs in front of Allie's window. We both heard what sounded to me like maybe a consecutive set of thumping. Willie swore it came from around the corner in the carport. I swore it came from behind us in Allie's room.
I immediately tried to replicate the noise by running my fingers down the shutter on the outside of the window. That's kind of the noise we heard. Or I should say that I heard. Will related his more to something else, although I can not remember what he said. Maybe something rolling down stairs? But we don't have any stairs. It was a quick, thump-thump-thump noise of about 5 repetitions.
My friend Beth has suggested I have someone come into the house and see what they feel about the house. I have been thinking about it. Perhaps a medium who is not told anything about what we experience. I just want to know what is here, if anything. I am hoping my mind is not playing nasty little tricks on me. Then again, I don't think others would be having experiences also. Thank god! I am too young to be going crazy already!
Anyone else ever hear noises that are unexplainable? Or have you stayed in a haunted house and heard or seen things. Give me your scoop! I would love to hear input :)
Hopefully we will have something more exciting happen soon. Until then, Tina out ~
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Sunday, July 24, 2011
Your opinion
Hello!
We had a wonderful weekend away from the house up at the lake enjoying the outside. Thursday night our friends came over to visit - one who was visiting from PA and our dog and house sitter, Logan.
As we were sitting out front talkin and enjoying a few beers, my husband asked Logan if honestly, in all the times he has stayed here if he had experienced anything weird in the house. Logan responded by saying on a couple of occassions, he has swore that he heard the click of a door lock. Not really the shutting of a door or anything he said, but just the *click* that is made like you were locking a deadbolt. That's weird. Never heard that one before.
Logan spent the night with us and fell a sleep on the couch. At 3:45am, I got up and came out into the living room to get some water. I saw how cute Marley looked cuddling up to him and had to take a photo. I only took one and this is what I caught.
Now to me this is strange. This was taken with a camera that I use every day and never have I gotten something like this. Also, there was no lights on and the camera just has an auto flash. When I was looking at the screen when I took the photo, this did not show up.
On closer zoom, I noticed that right at his throat there is and orb that seems to be duplicated and going right. It seems to get lighter.
I am wondering if anyone can tell me if they know what this might be. I am baffled but I think it's awfully weird that he was just talking about the strange happenings when we are not home and that I would catch this a few hours later, with an orb at his throat none the less. S-T-R-A-N-G-E.
Anyone? Comments?
We had a wonderful weekend away from the house up at the lake enjoying the outside. Thursday night our friends came over to visit - one who was visiting from PA and our dog and house sitter, Logan.
As we were sitting out front talkin and enjoying a few beers, my husband asked Logan if honestly, in all the times he has stayed here if he had experienced anything weird in the house. Logan responded by saying on a couple of occassions, he has swore that he heard the click of a door lock. Not really the shutting of a door or anything he said, but just the *click* that is made like you were locking a deadbolt. That's weird. Never heard that one before.
Logan spent the night with us and fell a sleep on the couch. At 3:45am, I got up and came out into the living room to get some water. I saw how cute Marley looked cuddling up to him and had to take a photo. I only took one and this is what I caught.
Now to me this is strange. This was taken with a camera that I use every day and never have I gotten something like this. Also, there was no lights on and the camera just has an auto flash. When I was looking at the screen when I took the photo, this did not show up.
On closer zoom, I noticed that right at his throat there is and orb that seems to be duplicated and going right. It seems to get lighter.
I am wondering if anyone can tell me if they know what this might be. I am baffled but I think it's awfully weird that he was just talking about the strange happenings when we are not home and that I would catch this a few hours later, with an orb at his throat none the less. S-T-R-A-N-G-E.
Anyone? Comments?
Saturday, July 16, 2011
No action....maybe, maybe not...
Hello fellow bloggers!
Well, the little girl does not seem to be visiting us much lately. We did however, have a couple of small things happen this week that are worth noting, if only just for documentation purposes before they leave my mind (those of you who know me know my memory is TERRIBLE). So, here goes.
On Wednesday night, I woke up at precisely 3:01 am, the witching hour so to speak. Why is it always at 3? I don't usually wake up a lot during other hours, but it always seems to be around 3 O'Clock. Anyone else have this experience? Haunted house or not? Because I would like to know. Is this something that many people experience or just me?
I have always thought that perhaps I am in tune to my "6th sense". I was born in October, just before Halloween on the 27th. I am a Scorpio and I hear that many of us are sensitives. I heed my internal warnings a lot. Many times, I think about things before they happen. Could this be my gift?
That happened just this week. Will had to take a trip to Zuni, NM for work. He had to leave I think at 11pm on Wednesday night to go get his work truck and be there by 5am to work. I kept telling him "Drive safe home, be careful" over and over again. To the point where I was actually asking myself why I was telling him that when I had already told him enough. But I started thinking "What if he has an accident, all for work?" It would not be worth it!
Anyway, he called me at work later that morning and was freaked out. He was driving through Heber (which is in the forest up in Northern Arizona) and he saw a bunch of Elk on the side of the road. One of them jumped out into the road in front of him and he had to swerve to avoid hitting it. He said the thing was huge. He said it was a male buck with a huge rack and that he is positive that if he would have hit it, it would have killed him.
Getting so freaked out, he stopped at the next Circle K that he saw. When he told the lady at the counter his story, she told him that an hour earlier, a man came stumbling in who had hit one, totaled his F250 and killed the Elk. He had walked there from the accident. She apparently had to call the paramedics as he was cut, bruised, had a broken arm and was still shaking glass off of him. Now that really freaked him out!
I figured perhaps it was because Will did not really know how big Elk are that it freaked him out. I think he thought Elk were maybe just a little bit bigger than a deer. Truth is, they are probably more comparable to a moose.
Anyway, switching the subject, later this week Will woke up one morning and asked me if I had put his phone on his chest. I told him no, when I borrow his work phone, I always return it to his side of the coffee table where I always do. He often times falls a sleep on the couch and leaves his phone right on the coffee table so that the alarm will wake him up. He has been doing this for the past 4 years and has never faltered.
I guess what woke him up was the feeling of something "crawling" down his shoulder to his chest. It was his phone slowly sliding down the front of him. He had thought that I had put the phone on his chest? NOT. He does not remember waking up and using the phone or checking the phone at all.
I asked him how it was that it was sliding down his chest. If you are laying flat, isn't your chest also flat? So how was it that it was sliding? I guess we both are wondering...did the little girl do it?
You tell me.
Last but not least, last night I was cooking dinner for Willie and I. He was going to work late so I figured I would whip up some dinner and get my mom's birthday cake cooked. My friend Miranda gave us a wonderful recipe for her "dump soup", so I decided I would make that and that way I could freeze some and take it to my mom for later this week.
Dump soup requires ground turkey and whatever veggies you wanna throw in the pot. I was cutting up celery, onions, carrots & potatoes. While I was doing this, I accidentally hit my cutting board and a few potato pieces flew to the floor. Of course I bent over and picked them up.
After cutting up all the vegetables, I left kitchen and walked around the breakfast bar to go out back to smoke and started cleaning up out there. A while later I came back in to get a trash bag and right in the middle of the kitchen were two more pieces of potato. I was shocked. I am not blind and there is no way that I could have missed picking them up. I could not have walked right over them to go outside, could I have? I mean, they were plain as day, right there. Anyway, I was just boggled by this. So much so that I am writing about it now.
Opinion here people - do ghosts do stuff like this to make you think you are losing your mind? Or am I really going blind and losing my mind?
Until next time, be safe and sleep with the lights ON.
Well, the little girl does not seem to be visiting us much lately. We did however, have a couple of small things happen this week that are worth noting, if only just for documentation purposes before they leave my mind (those of you who know me know my memory is TERRIBLE). So, here goes.
On Wednesday night, I woke up at precisely 3:01 am, the witching hour so to speak. Why is it always at 3? I don't usually wake up a lot during other hours, but it always seems to be around 3 O'Clock. Anyone else have this experience? Haunted house or not? Because I would like to know. Is this something that many people experience or just me?
I have always thought that perhaps I am in tune to my "6th sense". I was born in October, just before Halloween on the 27th. I am a Scorpio and I hear that many of us are sensitives. I heed my internal warnings a lot. Many times, I think about things before they happen. Could this be my gift?
That happened just this week. Will had to take a trip to Zuni, NM for work. He had to leave I think at 11pm on Wednesday night to go get his work truck and be there by 5am to work. I kept telling him "Drive safe home, be careful" over and over again. To the point where I was actually asking myself why I was telling him that when I had already told him enough. But I started thinking "What if he has an accident, all for work?" It would not be worth it!
Anyway, he called me at work later that morning and was freaked out. He was driving through Heber (which is in the forest up in Northern Arizona) and he saw a bunch of Elk on the side of the road. One of them jumped out into the road in front of him and he had to swerve to avoid hitting it. He said the thing was huge. He said it was a male buck with a huge rack and that he is positive that if he would have hit it, it would have killed him.
Getting so freaked out, he stopped at the next Circle K that he saw. When he told the lady at the counter his story, she told him that an hour earlier, a man came stumbling in who had hit one, totaled his F250 and killed the Elk. He had walked there from the accident. She apparently had to call the paramedics as he was cut, bruised, had a broken arm and was still shaking glass off of him. Now that really freaked him out!
I figured perhaps it was because Will did not really know how big Elk are that it freaked him out. I think he thought Elk were maybe just a little bit bigger than a deer. Truth is, they are probably more comparable to a moose.
Anyway, switching the subject, later this week Will woke up one morning and asked me if I had put his phone on his chest. I told him no, when I borrow his work phone, I always return it to his side of the coffee table where I always do. He often times falls a sleep on the couch and leaves his phone right on the coffee table so that the alarm will wake him up. He has been doing this for the past 4 years and has never faltered.
I guess what woke him up was the feeling of something "crawling" down his shoulder to his chest. It was his phone slowly sliding down the front of him. He had thought that I had put the phone on his chest? NOT. He does not remember waking up and using the phone or checking the phone at all.
I asked him how it was that it was sliding down his chest. If you are laying flat, isn't your chest also flat? So how was it that it was sliding? I guess we both are wondering...did the little girl do it?
You tell me.
Last but not least, last night I was cooking dinner for Willie and I. He was going to work late so I figured I would whip up some dinner and get my mom's birthday cake cooked. My friend Miranda gave us a wonderful recipe for her "dump soup", so I decided I would make that and that way I could freeze some and take it to my mom for later this week.
Dump soup requires ground turkey and whatever veggies you wanna throw in the pot. I was cutting up celery, onions, carrots & potatoes. While I was doing this, I accidentally hit my cutting board and a few potato pieces flew to the floor. Of course I bent over and picked them up.
After cutting up all the vegetables, I left kitchen and walked around the breakfast bar to go out back to smoke and started cleaning up out there. A while later I came back in to get a trash bag and right in the middle of the kitchen were two more pieces of potato. I was shocked. I am not blind and there is no way that I could have missed picking them up. I could not have walked right over them to go outside, could I have? I mean, they were plain as day, right there. Anyway, I was just boggled by this. So much so that I am writing about it now.
Opinion here people - do ghosts do stuff like this to make you think you are losing your mind? Or am I really going blind and losing my mind?
Until next time, be safe and sleep with the lights ON.
Sunday, June 19, 2011
An interesting post in my other blog
For those of you who might be interested in historical stories, I don't know of any 'ghosts' related to this chapel, however, there is a mystery behind it. It's worth the read! Please join me for another story at my other blog site:
http://tbonious.blogspot.com/
http://tbonious.blogspot.com/
Freaked me out
Our incidents around this house always seem to happen in small groups of incidents...and then nothing for a few weeks or even a month or so. Last night another incident happened to me that freaked me out, just one night after the other two incidents. But first I need to tell you a short story about a book I am reading. So sit back and get ready for a long one!
To start off with, many times I will go and purchase books at the Goodwill or from one of the used book stores like Bookman's or Changing hands. I recently picked up a book called "Scent of Roses" by Kat Martin and have been reading it the past few days. The book is basically about a working farm that has 4 small houses on the property for the supervisors of the migrant farm workers to live in so that they are close at hand and able to run the farm efficiently.
One of the couples that lives in these houses are Maria and Miguel. Maria, is just 19 and pregnant. She is hearing and seeing things in their house and it is always accompanied by the strong smell of roses. Maria does not tell her husband Miguel because they are not open to such ideas and the others just tell her that she is acting like a child and needs to grow up. But Maria is terrified at what is happening to her. Something keeps telling her to "get out or they will take your baby".
She approaches her friend and psychologist Elizabeth about it. Elizabeth refers her to a doctor who tests her for things like depression and anxiety and what not. But the tests for the most part all come out negative. The doc chalks it up to anxiety about her pregnancy and prescribes her some medicine.
Then one night Elizabeth stays with her while Miguel is gone and is surprised to find that she too hears the noises, feels the cold and sees something in the air. Elizabeth then speaks with one of the owners and then has the house itself tested to make sure that the smells are not something poisoning the air; soil samples, mold samples, things like that. These tests also come out negative.
Elizabeth is determined to help Maria figure out what is in the house and agrees to stay in the house another weekend by herself while Miguel is out of town and Maria is staying with a friend. But the brother of the owner of the farm, Zach, has decided that he likes Elizabeth and insists on staying with her to see if they have the same experiences that Maria is having.
This is where my story begins. So I am reading this book last night and get to the part where they are staying in the house. Zach is sleeping on the couch and Elizabeth in the bedroom. The both awake to hearing the moaning wind and a distant train on the tracks, but the train tracks had been abandoned years before. I read the following -
A faint sound reached her, a voice so soft, the words so faintly spoken, she couldn't be sure she heard them.
"I...want...my...mama. Please...I...want...my...mama."
Her heart clutched, speeded up even more. The chill was pervasive now, filling the room, stretching into every corner. Her gaze went to Zach who perched on the end of the sofa, completely alert, waiting to see what happened next. The atmosphere in the bedroom shifted. The chill remained, but with it came the cloying scent of roses.
The smell was unbearably heavy, dense and putrid, a sickening odor that made the bile rise in her throat.
"Mama...? Mama are you there? Please...I want my mama."
The fear inside her swelled. Her gaze shot to the living room in search of Zach and it must have shown in her eyes. She saw him get to his feet and start to move to the open bedroom door. Then something caught her eye. A faint, translucent light began to appear at the foot of the bed, a wavering, eerie glow barely visible in the room. But Elizabeth was certain it was there and a strangled sound of fear came from her throat.
Zach stood in the doorway, his feet braced apart, and the minute he heard the sound, he started toward her, his strides long and angry.
"That's it! That's enough!" Storming into the bedroom, he came straight to the bed, sat down on the edge and pulled her into his arms.
"Easy baby, it's over. Everything's all right. Your safe now." He glanced around the room, searching every corner. "Whatever it was is gone now."
Right at the moment that I read that last line, Marley scared the hell out of me and starting barking, non stop, forcefully down the hallway. I sat up and looked over at her. Sure enough, she was standing at the end of the couch, barking down a dark hallway. I immediately got up, ripping the booklight off my head and went over to where she was at. I shined the bright booklight down the hallway and waved it back and forth. Nothing.
Right then a 'whoosh' of freezing cold air went through me. So cold that all the hairs on my body stood on end. All I could think of was "What the fuck was that?" I can't explain it and this has never in my life happened to me. I watch that Zach guy on Ghost Adventures go through the cold spells and think it's bullshit most of the time (he is not one of my favorite ghost hunters).
I can't tell you how much this scared me. Nothing has ever scared me in this house up until now. I was so freaked out, I tried reading a few more minutes and just couldn't do it. I put my book away and proceeded to go to sleep.
I woke up this morning thinking about this. Is it just coincidence that the ghost in my book seems to be a child? Was the child that is haunting our house trying to tell me something, reaching out because I was reading a similar such story in my book? Could this child have been part of a family that was working the old Dobson Cattle Ranch way back in the day (since we live just 1/2 mile south of the original ranch border)? Or perhaps even before the time when the Dobson family owned the cattle ranch? Why was Marley so forceful in her barking this time? Usually she does this little "puff, puff" thing deep in her chest, but does not actually let out a full throated barking like something was really, really pissing her off.
This leaves me wondering, how can I found out more about the old Mesa property prior to the 1970's? How can I find out what was here as far back as the 1800's even? If anyone has any suggestions, please let me know. I need to find out what is going on here if I can.
I am not one who has ever really experienced ghostly apparitions or anything. I love the stories and shows, but never in my life dreamed that I would have such experiences in my own life. I hope that whatever is here does not mind us. I hope that someday, I can confirm that there was indeed such a girl that existed. I hope that I can figure out if she is trying to communicate something that was important to her, to one of our family members. Perhaps she trusts us enough to want to reach out to us, to tell us something we need to know. I hope that it continues to be a friendly spirit and will play with us from the other side and that there will not be too many scary nights ahead.
I hope.
One of the couples that lives in these houses are Maria and Miguel. Maria, is just 19 and pregnant. She is hearing and seeing things in their house and it is always accompanied by the strong smell of roses. Maria does not tell her husband Miguel because they are not open to such ideas and the others just tell her that she is acting like a child and needs to grow up. But Maria is terrified at what is happening to her. Something keeps telling her to "get out or they will take your baby".
She approaches her friend and psychologist Elizabeth about it. Elizabeth refers her to a doctor who tests her for things like depression and anxiety and what not. But the tests for the most part all come out negative. The doc chalks it up to anxiety about her pregnancy and prescribes her some medicine.
Then one night Elizabeth stays with her while Miguel is gone and is surprised to find that she too hears the noises, feels the cold and sees something in the air. Elizabeth then speaks with one of the owners and then has the house itself tested to make sure that the smells are not something poisoning the air; soil samples, mold samples, things like that. These tests also come out negative.
Elizabeth is determined to help Maria figure out what is in the house and agrees to stay in the house another weekend by herself while Miguel is out of town and Maria is staying with a friend. But the brother of the owner of the farm, Zach, has decided that he likes Elizabeth and insists on staying with her to see if they have the same experiences that Maria is having.
This is where my story begins. So I am reading this book last night and get to the part where they are staying in the house. Zach is sleeping on the couch and Elizabeth in the bedroom. The both awake to hearing the moaning wind and a distant train on the tracks, but the train tracks had been abandoned years before. I read the following -
A faint sound reached her, a voice so soft, the words so faintly spoken, she couldn't be sure she heard them.
"I...want...my...mama. Please...I...want...my...mama."
Her heart clutched, speeded up even more. The chill was pervasive now, filling the room, stretching into every corner. Her gaze went to Zach who perched on the end of the sofa, completely alert, waiting to see what happened next. The atmosphere in the bedroom shifted. The chill remained, but with it came the cloying scent of roses.
The smell was unbearably heavy, dense and putrid, a sickening odor that made the bile rise in her throat.
"Mama...? Mama are you there? Please...I want my mama."
The fear inside her swelled. Her gaze shot to the living room in search of Zach and it must have shown in her eyes. She saw him get to his feet and start to move to the open bedroom door. Then something caught her eye. A faint, translucent light began to appear at the foot of the bed, a wavering, eerie glow barely visible in the room. But Elizabeth was certain it was there and a strangled sound of fear came from her throat.
Zach stood in the doorway, his feet braced apart, and the minute he heard the sound, he started toward her, his strides long and angry.
"That's it! That's enough!" Storming into the bedroom, he came straight to the bed, sat down on the edge and pulled her into his arms.
"Easy baby, it's over. Everything's all right. Your safe now." He glanced around the room, searching every corner. "Whatever it was is gone now."
Right at the moment that I read that last line, Marley scared the hell out of me and starting barking, non stop, forcefully down the hallway. I sat up and looked over at her. Sure enough, she was standing at the end of the couch, barking down a dark hallway. I immediately got up, ripping the booklight off my head and went over to where she was at. I shined the bright booklight down the hallway and waved it back and forth. Nothing.
Right then a 'whoosh' of freezing cold air went through me. So cold that all the hairs on my body stood on end. All I could think of was "What the fuck was that?" I can't explain it and this has never in my life happened to me. I watch that Zach guy on Ghost Adventures go through the cold spells and think it's bullshit most of the time (he is not one of my favorite ghost hunters).
I can't tell you how much this scared me. Nothing has ever scared me in this house up until now. I was so freaked out, I tried reading a few more minutes and just couldn't do it. I put my book away and proceeded to go to sleep.
I woke up this morning thinking about this. Is it just coincidence that the ghost in my book seems to be a child? Was the child that is haunting our house trying to tell me something, reaching out because I was reading a similar such story in my book? Could this child have been part of a family that was working the old Dobson Cattle Ranch way back in the day (since we live just 1/2 mile south of the original ranch border)? Or perhaps even before the time when the Dobson family owned the cattle ranch? Why was Marley so forceful in her barking this time? Usually she does this little "puff, puff" thing deep in her chest, but does not actually let out a full throated barking like something was really, really pissing her off.
This leaves me wondering, how can I found out more about the old Mesa property prior to the 1970's? How can I find out what was here as far back as the 1800's even? If anyone has any suggestions, please let me know. I need to find out what is going on here if I can.
I am not one who has ever really experienced ghostly apparitions or anything. I love the stories and shows, but never in my life dreamed that I would have such experiences in my own life. I hope that whatever is here does not mind us. I hope that someday, I can confirm that there was indeed such a girl that existed. I hope that I can figure out if she is trying to communicate something that was important to her, to one of our family members. Perhaps she trusts us enough to want to reach out to us, to tell us something we need to know. I hope that it continues to be a friendly spirit and will play with us from the other side and that there will not be too many scary nights ahead.
I hope.
Saturday, June 18, 2011
Another vist from the girl
Last night is seems we may have had another visit from our little girl.
Our long time friend Jeff Bell had come over to visit us. Jeff lives about 20 miles away so when he comes over, he usually stays the night. The first room down our hall use to be our eldest daughter Jessi's room and I have redone it for just such a visitor. It has a twin bed in it and a dresser, TV and nightstand. It is mainly this room, the hallway, hall bathroom and our 'library' room that seem to have the most activity from our 'little girl'.
So after many beers and stories later, I decided to go to bed while the boys continued to want to hang out front and proceed to chat about nothing an everything. At around midnight, I woke up to my alarm blaring in my ear. The weird thing was that the clock is set for 5:30am and it is usually shut off each morning when I get up and re-set just before bed each evening. The clock was also not even displaying the correct time, off about two hours or so and I am not sure how it got to be this way. Anyway, I rolled over, turned it off and went back to sleep.
Now our two dogs Tonka and Kai don't get along and fight to the point of bloodying each other, so they are kept separate and Tonka stays in the bedroom with the library attached to it for a couple of hours at a time and is let out for an hour or so in between each and every day. We let him out to go to the bathroom many, many times per day with the last time around 9:00-10:00pm at night just before everyone goes to sleep for the evening.
Last night an hour or so after my alarm clock incident, I was woke up by Tonka standing up on the bedside next to me (by the alarm clock) whining. He rarely does this but when he does, it usually means he needs to go outside. But he has never ever done this in the middle of the night like this time. So I got up, put the other dog in the spare room and proceeded to let Tonka outside. I had no idea what time it was but just knew that it was sometime in the middle of the night. Tonka flew out of the back room like a bat out of hell and headed for the back door.
After I let Tonka and baby Marley outside, I went and clicked the TV to see what time it was. Will was a sleep on the couch and Jeff in the bedroom and it was 2:45am on the dot. I went out front, sat in the chair and smoked a stogie. When I came back in, Tonka had let himself back in through the back door and was standing in the living room at the end of the hallway just staring down the dark hallway at nothing. And he was whining.
I then proceeded to go down the hallway and call him to come back to the bedroom, but he would not come. Finally after much encouragement to come back into the bedroom, he ran real fast past me and in through the bedroom door. The whole thing was just weird and anytime any of the three dogs are staring off down the hallway, it usually means that there is something there that is causing them to be restless, like our little visitor.
So this morning, I proceed to tell Jeff and Will the story about my overnight disturbances. To my shock, Will and Jeff looked and each other and Will said to me "Oh my god! I had an incident last night too!"
As it turns out, Will and Jeff came in late last night to eat something and after they were done eating, Will got up from the couch and went to wash his plate. He says that his right shoulder barely hit the wall as he rounded the wall between the kitchen and the hallway and that he literally felt like someone smacked down on his left hand knocking the plate right out of it and onto the kitchen floor.
Now if you know my family, it is not common for any of us to break things even by accident around our house. None of us has broken a plate or glass in a couple of years here. And you know how if you break something glass, there are normally a bunch of big pieces and then a few smaller pieces. Well this plate was shattered like you see car windows shatter, literally in a thousand little pieces and not ONE big piece. Will says that he got it all cleaned up, but the weird thing is this morning I found little shards of glass everywhere - in the kitchen, all over the dining room and in the living room. You would have thought that he had thrown the plate down as hard as he possibly could on to the tile for all the glass I found.
Not sure if any of this has to do with our little girl, but I am thinking for sure it does. Was she upset that Jeff was staying here in one of 'her' rooms? Was she upset that Will was dining with someone other than me or Allie?
In addition to that, I am a true believer that animals have a sixth sense that we don't. They have heightened sensory abilities that we as humans just don't posses. How come they can hear those silent whistles that we can't? How come we use dogs to sniff out drugs, bombs, land mines and the like? It's obvious they possess something that we don't and at least we are smart enough to recognize these amazing abilities in our pets. So what makes us think that perhaps they can not see things we don't see as well? Like the dead?
Fact is, there have been numerous studies done proving that animals can in fact predict impending disasters such as earthquakes (http://earthquake.usgs.gov/learn/topics/animal_eqs.php) long before we can. Animals also react differently to full moons and weather than we do.
In closing, I will say that our time here in this house proves to me that there is something after death. I think we do have a ghost in this house, even though I am not sure how she died, where she came from, what time period she lived in and who she was. I trust in my senses to let me know when something is amiss and I trust in my animal friends. I know that they will tell me when she is here. All because I am watching and listening!
Until next time!
Our long time friend Jeff Bell had come over to visit us. Jeff lives about 20 miles away so when he comes over, he usually stays the night. The first room down our hall use to be our eldest daughter Jessi's room and I have redone it for just such a visitor. It has a twin bed in it and a dresser, TV and nightstand. It is mainly this room, the hallway, hall bathroom and our 'library' room that seem to have the most activity from our 'little girl'.
So after many beers and stories later, I decided to go to bed while the boys continued to want to hang out front and proceed to chat about nothing an everything. At around midnight, I woke up to my alarm blaring in my ear. The weird thing was that the clock is set for 5:30am and it is usually shut off each morning when I get up and re-set just before bed each evening. The clock was also not even displaying the correct time, off about two hours or so and I am not sure how it got to be this way. Anyway, I rolled over, turned it off and went back to sleep.
Now our two dogs Tonka and Kai don't get along and fight to the point of bloodying each other, so they are kept separate and Tonka stays in the bedroom with the library attached to it for a couple of hours at a time and is let out for an hour or so in between each and every day. We let him out to go to the bathroom many, many times per day with the last time around 9:00-10:00pm at night just before everyone goes to sleep for the evening.
Last night an hour or so after my alarm clock incident, I was woke up by Tonka standing up on the bedside next to me (by the alarm clock) whining. He rarely does this but when he does, it usually means he needs to go outside. But he has never ever done this in the middle of the night like this time. So I got up, put the other dog in the spare room and proceeded to let Tonka outside. I had no idea what time it was but just knew that it was sometime in the middle of the night. Tonka flew out of the back room like a bat out of hell and headed for the back door.
After I let Tonka and baby Marley outside, I went and clicked the TV to see what time it was. Will was a sleep on the couch and Jeff in the bedroom and it was 2:45am on the dot. I went out front, sat in the chair and smoked a stogie. When I came back in, Tonka had let himself back in through the back door and was standing in the living room at the end of the hallway just staring down the dark hallway at nothing. And he was whining.
I then proceeded to go down the hallway and call him to come back to the bedroom, but he would not come. Finally after much encouragement to come back into the bedroom, he ran real fast past me and in through the bedroom door. The whole thing was just weird and anytime any of the three dogs are staring off down the hallway, it usually means that there is something there that is causing them to be restless, like our little visitor.
So this morning, I proceed to tell Jeff and Will the story about my overnight disturbances. To my shock, Will and Jeff looked and each other and Will said to me "Oh my god! I had an incident last night too!"
As it turns out, Will and Jeff came in late last night to eat something and after they were done eating, Will got up from the couch and went to wash his plate. He says that his right shoulder barely hit the wall as he rounded the wall between the kitchen and the hallway and that he literally felt like someone smacked down on his left hand knocking the plate right out of it and onto the kitchen floor.
Now if you know my family, it is not common for any of us to break things even by accident around our house. None of us has broken a plate or glass in a couple of years here. And you know how if you break something glass, there are normally a bunch of big pieces and then a few smaller pieces. Well this plate was shattered like you see car windows shatter, literally in a thousand little pieces and not ONE big piece. Will says that he got it all cleaned up, but the weird thing is this morning I found little shards of glass everywhere - in the kitchen, all over the dining room and in the living room. You would have thought that he had thrown the plate down as hard as he possibly could on to the tile for all the glass I found.
Not sure if any of this has to do with our little girl, but I am thinking for sure it does. Was she upset that Jeff was staying here in one of 'her' rooms? Was she upset that Will was dining with someone other than me or Allie?
In addition to that, I am a true believer that animals have a sixth sense that we don't. They have heightened sensory abilities that we as humans just don't posses. How come they can hear those silent whistles that we can't? How come we use dogs to sniff out drugs, bombs, land mines and the like? It's obvious they possess something that we don't and at least we are smart enough to recognize these amazing abilities in our pets. So what makes us think that perhaps they can not see things we don't see as well? Like the dead?
Fact is, there have been numerous studies done proving that animals can in fact predict impending disasters such as earthquakes (http://earthquake.usgs.gov/learn/topics/animal_eqs.php) long before we can. Animals also react differently to full moons and weather than we do.
In closing, I will say that our time here in this house proves to me that there is something after death. I think we do have a ghost in this house, even though I am not sure how she died, where she came from, what time period she lived in and who she was. I trust in my senses to let me know when something is amiss and I trust in my animal friends. I know that they will tell me when she is here. All because I am watching and listening!
Until next time!
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Two small things
We believe our little girl has made herself know yet again the past two days. Day before yesterday I was getting ready to go somewhere and in the bathroom off the hall where she seems to like to hang out. I was putting on my makeup and felt like our little dog Marley's long hair was tickling my ankle. So I was talking to her and asking her if she had to be near her mommy. When I looked down to continue my conversation with her, to my surprise she was not there! I went looking for her and she was resting on the couch in a little ball.
Then last night, will came flying out of the back room telling me once again that he had a 'ghosty thing' happen to him in our bedroom. He said he was playing with Tonka, another one of our dogs, in what we call our library, another room that is connected to our bedroom., He says that he heard a piece of paper scraping the tile in our room and that even Tonka looked up from playing and started whining. He went into the bedroom and took a look around, but there was no paper anywhere on the floor in the room and he is not sure what could have made the noise.
I love it when she comes to visit, but I wish she would appear in clear form one of these times. Perhaps she will talk to me some day. I have questions for her that need to be answered. Like what happened to her, where she came from and why she says here in our home. Maybe someday we will be so lucky :)
Then last night, will came flying out of the back room telling me once again that he had a 'ghosty thing' happen to him in our bedroom. He said he was playing with Tonka, another one of our dogs, in what we call our library, another room that is connected to our bedroom., He says that he heard a piece of paper scraping the tile in our room and that even Tonka looked up from playing and started whining. He went into the bedroom and took a look around, but there was no paper anywhere on the floor in the room and he is not sure what could have made the noise.
I love it when she comes to visit, but I wish she would appear in clear form one of these times. Perhaps she will talk to me some day. I have questions for her that need to be answered. Like what happened to her, where she came from and why she says here in our home. Maybe someday we will be so lucky :)
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