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your host, Brent Thomas. Thank you so much for being
here with us today. We got a great show lined
up for you. We got a bunch of first hand
experiences with some hauntings and ghosts, so I hope you
guys enjoy it. We're working on a little bit of
a new format here as well, during the encounter stories
that we hope you'll enjoy. A few of the stories
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and enjoy the rest of the journey. It was late
last August two thousand and seven, and now my fiance
and I lived in separate cities, about an hour from
each other in fact, so every chance I got to
go spend a night with him, or even see him
for longer than an hour, I did. He told me
he'd be watching one of his coworkers' homes for the
next week so since he was going to be away
on vacation and the friend had some animals that needed
every day attention, I was invited to spend the week
with there with him, so of course I accepted. Everything
was fine on the first day. We chilled in the
trailer and watched some TV and had a few beers,
and everything was good. Well, the day went on and
it became time to get to bed, and Jamie wasn't tired,
but I was exhausted, so I told him I was
going to go to bed with or without him. As
soon as I closed the door, I got this strange
feeling like someone was watching me. And since this person's
trailer was in a bad neighborhood, I told Jamie so
he would set the alarm and check all the windows
and stuff. With all that done, I felt a little better,
but not a lot. I laid down and started to
fall asleep when the cat jumped on me. So now
I'm fully awake. I turned on the TV to try
to bore myself to sleep. Raw writers sitting in the
army like John went David. Then, I'd say about five
minutes or so later, the bed started to shake violently.
Jamie yelled to me to stop how our horsing around,
but this wasn't our place and he didn't want me
to accidentally break anything. I was so astonished I couldn't speak.
The cat at this point had her claws dug into
my shoulder and she huddled onto my neck, and finally
it really hit me that this was real. So I
yelled for Jamie to come here right now. And I
then heard a voice as clearly as I could hear
you if you were talking to me in a normal tone,
and it said, he's fine.
Speaker 3: Here, but you need to go. When he gets through
the door, he will see nothing. Well.
Speaker 2: I was shocked, and as soon as he touched the doorknob,
you know, the jingle noise that they make the beds stopped.
I wasn't really scared. I was just shocked and amaze.
And what surprised me the most Jamie said was someone
in here with you. I heard another voice. The TV
volume was all the way down by that, by the way,
so I was so amazed. I told him what had happened,
and he, being my loving fiance, believed me. The cat
was my proof. She still terribly trembled, and after this
he just watched TV in the room with me while
I slept well. The second night, the same thing happened
in the same detail, but instead of calling for Jamie,
I asked the ghost, whatever, why don't you want me here?
I'm a friend of Jordan's who is the owner, and
I'm only here to helping to make sure this place
doesn't get broke into. You are the one who should go.
It's time to move on. And again I got this
feeling that someone was sitting next to me staring at me.
I turned to look at the cat because she was
now hissing at something, and when I did, I saw
a woman in the mirror. Most people at this point
I think, would be out of the door and down
the street. She looked dead at me, like she was
mad at me and I should not be there. Then
she smiled and pointed. I looked in the direction she
was pointing, and when I look back, she was gone.
I got up and went over to see what she
pointed at, and it was a picture of Jordan and
the woman. I was just visited by his mother. She
died about a year before, and he was badly depressed
when she died. I never said anything to Jamie about
this because I didn't want him to upset Jordan. I
just told Jordan that he has a guardian angel who's
watching over him and that loves and protects him more
than he will ever know. Those are always the stories
that I enjoy, the meaningful ending, the seeing through the
darkness and finding the light and you know, taking the
time to explore what is going on and why is
this thing here and what does it mean? And this
person obviously did and I think that that's pretty incredible,
and it's a great opportunity to uh see the intention
behind the haunting, because I think most times people don't
understand exactly what they're dealing with, they don't understand the
nature of it, and the assumption is always like, oh
my god. But I think in this case they were
able to determine it was not indeed quite as bad
as they thought. My mother comes from a country where
even until today, things are still old fashioned, that secluded
from the city. All her life, she has been followed
by occurrences, experiences, sightings that can't be explained. She's not
a stranger to see in ghosts or entities, but this
is by far one experience I as well as she
will never forget. My father was not a very good
man while he lived on this earth, and my mom
had more painful memories of him than good. And I
had no recollection of him until I met him when
I was about eight years old, and he was a
stranger to me, a stranger who had brought pain and
suffering to my mom's life. It was when I was
ten years old that he decided to take his own
life in a violent way. It was within that week
of learning of his death and attending his funeral that
I noticed strange things started happening. My mother seemed more
afraid than in mourning. I remember her telling one of
my aunts about the plants she had out on the
back porch, and she was accustomed to leave in a
glass of water out for the recently deceased. I still
do not understand the meaning behind that. While she left
that glass of water by her plants on the back porch,
and the next morning, all of the plants had been
torn to pieces, as if they were ripped by hand
from the pots, and the water was just spilled. My
aunt then told my mom she had heard a voice
whisper in her ear, it's not worth it. While she
sat in her dining room table, mourning the death of
my father. Since the suicide of my father, my mother
had this uneasiness about her. It wasn't until I got
older that my mom told me most of the things
she had experienced. For years, she had been followed and
tormented by what she solemnly believed was my father's unresting ghost.
She told me how she clearly felt she was being watched.
At night when she was sleeping, she would suddenly smell
the stench of men's cologne and someone laying next to
her in bed, but never had the courage to turn around.
When she would bathe, she would feel that someone was
outside looking through the window. Another time, she got out
of the shower, crying and completely horrified. She told me
something had struck her clear across her back. I looked
at her back, and there was a red mark on
her back. It almost seemed in the shape of a
letter to me. But I was in such a disbelief
that I didn't know what to say to her. My
mom would tell me she knew when my father's ghosts
would be in her room. She could hear the train
every night at about the same time, and shortly after
the train, the stench of cigar.
Speaker 3: And cologne would fill her room.
Speaker 2: After seeing my mother in such pain and incomplete fright,
I stayed up one night and I remember hearing the
train from a distance, and I went outside and started
to speak to the man that I had only meant
once in my life and never called father. I asked
him to leave, leave in peace and bring my mother peace.
As I said this, I could not help but feel
a horrible rage.
Speaker 3: I was so angry.
Speaker 2: I asked him to rest. About a week later, I
noticed a change in my mom. She was less reluctant
to be alone to go to sleep, and I asked
her if she was all right, and then she told
me one night, while she was sleeping, she had heard
the voice of my father ask for her forgiveness. My
mother woke up and looked around and said, I forgive you.
It was at that moment that she knew my father's
unresting soul had finally found peace. So again, kind of
another happy ending there. It certainly was an ugly situation
for quite a long time, and in fact, sounds like
it happened over a period of many years. But as
the daughter got older and could learn about the situation
that mom was dealing with. It was just troubling her
so much that she confronted what she believed to be
her own father's spirit and it turned out okay. I
guess maybe that's the closure that was needed, and then
the closure of asking forgiveness because of all that vile
ugliness that had occurred. So kind of a beautiful story.
I like that one, and I think that there's there's
a lot of merit to that. I think most times
hauntings are are the results of some kind of unfinished business,
something that needs to be done, something that hasn't been said,
or needs to be heard, or whatever.
Speaker 3: The case, and.
Speaker 2: They by doing that it can be resolved and hopefully
some form of peace is.
Speaker 3: Resumed.
Speaker 2: But I don't know. It's a pretty touching story all
the same. When I was a kid doing this school
summer holidays when my parents were working, myself and my
two brothers would stay with my grandparents. We loved it there.
My grandparents had a wonderful house with a beautiful garden,
and they were very loving. Each and every day was
filled with new, exciting adventures and we were a very
close family. When I was around ten or eleven, years old,
my granddad had a heart attack and when he was
in the hospital, my parents felt I was too young
to visit him. Then he died a few days later.
Again my parents felt I was too young to go
to the funeral, and this was absolutely heartbreaking to me.
I never got the chance to say goodbye. I loved
my granddad with my whole heart. My relationship with my
granny stayed the same. We were very close, and at
the age of eighteen, I left Scotland to go traveling
and finally settled in Florida, where I'm still living today
at the age of twenty eight. I'm still close to
the family, but not obviously as much. Last year, I
returned to sky that one as my granny found out
that she had cancer and only had a few months left.
It was a very emotional and sad visit, but every
moment was special and precious. After the funeral, I returned
to Florida. Once I returned, I started having dreams, very
very vivid. They were almost real. The first one, I
was sitting in my granny's living room with her and
she told me that she was upset about the damp
patch above the window well. I called my mom in
Scotland and told her about the dream. And during this time,
my Grannie's house was being emptied as it was still
being sold, and my mom went to the house, removed
the curtains, sent to her surprise, found a damp patch
which had not been there before. The next dream, my
granny came to me and told me that she had
forgot to leave something special for my dad, which is
her son. She had left something special for her other
children but had forgotten. She told me to tell him
to go to a very specific drawer and a special
book would be there and for him to keep. I
again called home, told my mom, who told my dad,
and they both went to my granny's house, looked in
the drawer and found a very special book. Later on,
when the will was read, every child of my grannyes
was left something special except my dad. The next few dreams,
my granny told me about specific items in the house
which had been overlooked or lost and that she really
wanted retrieved. She would tell me exactly where they were,
and I'd called my parents and lo and behold, they
would be right where she said. The dreams went on
for a few weeks. It was as if my gran
was using me to help her finish off her business.
The last dream was just amazing. I was standing outside
my granny's house and my granddad walked out the front door,
and he walked to me and told me that he
loved me. He missed me and was looking over me.
I told him I missed him so much, and then
I was so sorry I never said goodbye. He gave
me a big hug and I could feel on my
cheek the bristles of his sweater, and I said it
again that I loved him, and he told me he
loved me too. Then I woke up. Tears were still
streaming down my face. It was so emotional, vivid and real.
I could still feel where the sweater bristles had rubbed
my cheek. Since then, I've had no dreams about my
granny or my granddad, but I'm glad that I was
of help to them after their passing. Those kind of
dreams are so intense, They're so powerful and special, and
I feel really fortunate because this is something I've experienced myself.
I visited with both my grandmother after her passing and
my father after his passing, and some other relatives as well.
And while nothing quite as profound as this came through,
there was really some amazingly healing and cathartic moments that
were possible because of these dreams, because of these meetings,
if you will, so, I believe wholeheartedly that we can
and probably do meet with our loved ones after they pass.
And perhaps we don't always remember it, but I think
they're always there somewhere. Okay, ladies and gentlemen, Well, we
are going to go to our break here. I guess
this is about a perfect time for that. But we
certainly hope you're enjoying the journey so far. We got
a couple more great stories on the other side of
the break to share with you, and hope you enjoy
them as well well. But these stories I think are
incredibly profound. Again, some people don't believe in ghosts, and
some people don't believe in the possibility of having interactions
with them. But if you think about all of these
encounters that people have shared, both in person and through
other sources, if only one percent of them is true,
we are dealing with an incredibly profound phenomena. And I
think there's something really incredible going on.
Speaker 3: But don't go.
Speaker 2: Away, everybody, We'll be right back after these messages. All right, everybody,
welcome back for the break, and we are back at
it here on the Paranormal Portal podcast. We got a
couple more amazing stories coming up, Encounter stories with the
spiritual kind. Encounter stories of the spiritual kind. So sit
back and enjoy the rest of the journey, and I
hope you're having a good time. According to my landlord,
the house that I live in was constructed around the
time of the Civil War. At the time, it served
as a barracks and later as a hotel, and today
it is split into four separate apartment We live in
the top left one if you're facing the house. I've
tried researching the house, as there are many historic houses
in this town, but I couldn't find anything in the
library about it, which is quite unusual, as I've found
just about every other house in Oxford there. I even
found houses that aren't that old. The closest I got
was the next door neighbors and I could see a
portion of our front porch. I think something happened there
on the property that Oxford wants to be kept secret.
I know me and some sensitive friends of mine have
the distinct feeling that there's a very large tree missing
from the farm or from the yard, and it is
the south and I wonder if it was a hanging
tree that could have been burned down during the race
riots here we moved in September eleventh, two thousand and one.
That in itself should have been a sign that this
was an extraordinary place. Considering the age of the place,
I figured it would have its haunts. It wasn't until
well after we had settled in. I'd say the following
spring was the first evidence that there was something else
living here. I was home alone, completely alone, as in
nobody was in the building, and relaxing on the sofa
in the living room reading, and suddenly I heard the
sound of footsteps walking toward me in the hall. The
hall runs past all the bedrooms railroad style and ends
in the living room, in the kitchen, laundry room in
the back door at the other end, and I sat
up in preparation, thinking my sweetie was off work early.
Then as they neared something struck me odd. I realized
what I was hearing was the sound of men's dress
shoes or even boots on hard wood, and the hall
is carpeted. The sound carried the whole way to the end, stopped,
and then turned around and went to the kitchen, and
then stopped. I took a look, and of course nobody
was there, but I still heard it. As I looked.
The phenomenon happened a few times there here and there,
and then ceased, and it would happen differently every time.
Sometimes it would stop in the living room. Sometimes it
would stop halfway down the hall. Something that happened recently
involved that same hallway happened in August, and it happened
while my cat Muffin was still alive. I was once
again laying on the couch reading and Jeff was behind
me at his computer as usual, and suddenly all three
of my cats came tearing into the living room like
their tails were on fire. They all three jumped to
the back of the couch where sometimes they would sleep
in a line, and I laughed at them and I asked,
what are you silly kiddies doing. At the same time,
all three of them looked into the hallway. I looked,
and I distinctly saw a shadow person. It was the
upper left part of him, and he was reaching out
to the wall as if to stop himself from running,
and then he ducked back out of my view. My
hair stood on end. Jeff went to the back of
the house to check for me as I was a
little freaked out, and the back door was still closed
and locked. Another phenomena that happened after some now ex
friends moved out of the apartment across the hall they
were bad tenants and friends, and a new set of
friends moved in Jamie and Robert. After they moved in,
we would each have our doorbells ring at the same
time and sometimes separately, but no one was ever there.
Then there was one time that scared the crab out
of me. The doorbell rang and Jamie was there. I
opened the door expecting to see nobody, and there she was,
asking me if I just banged on her door. Sometimes
you expect the paranormal and it is the normal that
ends up scaring you. This door activity would occur anywhere
from midnight till three in the morning, and there came
a point I just took my doorbell down because of
the annoyance. But when I did that, I would hear
knocking at the same time every night. One night I
was a little tipsy, and the knocking came three times,
as usual. Well, the verse in the Bible about Jesus
knocking three times came to mind, and I opened the
door and said, come on in, Jesus. The knocking ceased
for a month, then it started again, but when it
did I was sleeping. I ran to the door, thinking
it was my sister and there was something wrong for
some reason, as usual, there was an empty hall. I
yelled into the hall, stop it already. It isn't cute anymore.
I slammed the door shut, and it hasn't happened again
since after that. Everyone who comes to visit mentions having
a really bad feeling in the hall. One of my
friends makes me escort her halfway down the stairs. Then
she comes to visit me, and I don't always get
the feeling, but I do feel the tension sometimes. A
month or so later, something wicked happened. I was heading
out the door and I can't remember where I was going,
and I got a really bad feeling. And I looked
into the open door of my landlord's apartment and there
the bad vibe had something to do with him. But
in retrospect, I think it was whatever is in the hall.
As I was slowly going down the stairs and holding
onto the railing looking into the apartment, I felt a
hand shoved me down the four remaining steps. It showed
me hard enough for me to lose my grasp on
the railing. I uncontrollably stumbled to the bottom and my
hand went through the window at the end of the steps.
I got a really nasty cut that needed stitches on
the base of my hand onto my wrist. The cut
is ironically in the shape of an S and conveniently
dodged a major vein and artery. It was deep enough
to sever these. I yelled at the spirit in the
hall that if it ever pulled a stunt like that again,
I would have it exercise so fast it would make
its head spin. Nothing like that ever happened again, but
sometimes going down those steps, I feel like someone is
behind me wanting to push me down. It is a
really nasty feeling when you can feel that spirit. I
don't blame anyone who would want an escort out of
the building with that thing there. I still live in
this old apartment and have had a couple other experiences
in it, as well as in my friend's apartment across
the hall, but that's another story. Wow, those old homes,
especially in the South but anywhere, really old homes just
have a spirit. They have a vibe, They have a presence,
and it can be pretty heavy, and it can be
sometimes not so heavy. It can just be a presence.
But whatever the case is, man, that's pretty hardcore. I
think I would probably go ahead with getting that exorcist
there to get that thing out of the hall, because
it maybe has a pact with you, but it doesn't
have a pact with everyone else. And I think if
it's doing aggressive things like that, then it needs to go.
But I guess that's just my two cents. I've always
been fascinated with ghosts. I was a little girl who
was intrigued by a good ghost story and ask questions afterwards,
putting myself in the spirit's situation. I'm very understanding and
try to see any situation from both perspectives. So yeah,
I believe in ghosts. Yet how ironic. When my grandmother
passed away, the thought of my grandma's house being haunted
was really hard to accept. My two aunts, Della and Chewy,
lived with my grandmother to take care of her and
my grandmother passed away in January, and she had Alzheimer's disease,
so my family was prepared. I was at ease when
she died because I knew she wouldn't be suffering anymore.
She could now rest in peace, so we thought. My
family's first visit was a day after my grandmother died.
I wasn't there when this occurred. Aunt Dela Chewy, Uncle Lupe,
and my mom, my grandma's children, were at my grandma's
house making funeral arrangements. My mom was in Aunt Della's
room calling the funeral home. Aunt Della Chewy and Uncle
Loupe were sitting on the couch in the living room
and they could hear my mom talking over the arrangements
when they heard footsteps in the hall. My grandma's hallway
was wooden floors, so the footsteps were loud and clear,
and they said it sounded as if someone was walking
in the hallway and going towards the kitchen. No one
wanted to go and check for it was only them
and my mom who were in the house. I first
noticed something odd weeks after the funeral. I was at
the dining room table eating and I can't recall where
Aunt Dela a Chowy were. They still live at my
grandmother's house. So I was eating and just getting used
to not seeing my grandmother physically in her house anymore.
The house was quiet without her there, and I lost.
I was lost in thought when I saw someone standing
in the middle of the hallway looking at me. For
my purfole vision, if you were to sit at the
end of the table and look straight ahead, you can
see the hallway and anyone stands there. Whoever I saw
were dressed in white. I couldn't get a good look
at whoever it was because when I faced their direction,
they were gone. I turned away for a split second,
and the white figure was there in the hallway. Again,
I looked, and it was gone as fast as it disappeared.
I was puzzled. Then, when I looked away for the
third time in my profro vision, nothing was there. The
hallway was empty, so something was there. This hallway event
happened numerous times. Sometimes the white figure would be at
the entrance of the hallway, the middle, or at the
very end, so this figure could move about as it chose.
Another incident occurred in the living room.
Speaker 3: I was bored.
Speaker 2: I didn't want to watch TV or be on the computer,
so I decided to sit down and rest. I was
sitting at the very end of the couch when in
the corner of my eye I saw figure sitting at
the other end of the couch. From what I interpreted,
this figure didn't seem to know I was just a
few feet away and never looked in my direction. I
couldn't tell if it was male or female. I could
make out a dress, so I guess it must have
been a female. I quickly turned towards the other end
of the couch and the figure was gone. Just like
in the hallway incident. I returned to whatever I was
doing when out of the corner my eye, the figure
reappeared and their legs were crossed well. I freaked out
and walked out of the living room fast. Even when
I got up and walked out, passing the couch I
was sitting on, the figure was still sitting there out
of I got out of their asap. The hallway and
the couch incident would happen almost every day, but then
it slowed down. There would be times when I didn't
see the white figure for weeks or a good month,
but then it would start all over again. It was
as if the figure could come and go out at
my grandma's house any time it wanted to. But those
weren't the only incidents happening at my grandmother's house. My
mom and her sisters Della an Chewi went to Walmart,
but I decided to stay at grandma's house. And I
was tired and wasn't in the mood to go out.
And as they left, I locked the front door and
headed to the bathroom. The bathroom was located next to
the kitchen. I was doing my business when I heard
voices talking. I couldn't make out what they were saying,
but it came from the kitchen. I thought my mom
had forgotten something in the house, so she came back
to get it. But the conversation I heard was between
two people. As I stepped out of the bathroom, I said, Mom,
you're back. Silence. I looked in the kitchen, only to
find no one was there. I walked to the front door.
It was locked, just as I had left it. I
looked out the window. My mom's SUV wasn't in the driveway.
I was spooked. I know I heard voices, but I
shrugged it off and went to my uncle John's room
by the dining area, watched TV and waited for my
mom to get back. On other occasions, I would hear
my name being called. I'd ask Chuey or Aunt Della
if they called me, and they both answered no. But
then again, I've always heard my name being called, even
when I was a child, so I was actually used
to this. I would also see a shadow figure passing
by the doorway of my grandma's room or in the hallway,
and I would look, but no one would be there.
The same goes for the knocking on the front door.
In the back door, and I would hear knocking on
the front door, but when I open it to greet
whoever it is, no one is there. A year had
passed and these events were still occurring, and I thought
I must be going crazy. Why was I the only
one seeing these phenomena. My worries came to rest her
a family gathering at my grandmother's house in November two
thousand and six. On a Monday. We had a small
gathering and I was talking to my mom Chewi and
my cousin Yvette, which is Uncle Loupe's daughter, and if
they had ever heard or seen anything. Yvette was staying
at my grandma's house for a couple of nights at
the time, and she told us that at night she
hears noises and footsteps in the hall. After she said that,
we all looked at each other and we all started
to talk about our own experiences. My mom mentioned on Friday,
she saw someone in white standing in the hallway. She
couldn't make out the face, but knew it was a person.
Then Chewi said often when she was washing dishes or
doing laundry, she saw a shadow in the corner of
her eye, just passing by in the hall. Wow, so
I'm not the only one who's seeing or hearing things
at my grandma's house. So then it was my turn.
I confess that sometimes when I stay alone in the house,
I hear voices or someone calling my name, and also
sometimes see a shadow passing by in the hallway and
the footsteps. Then all of us confess that sometimes when
we sit down at the couch, we see someone dressed
in white sitting on the other end. Then we talked
about knocking on the door. After each of us confessed
our weird experiences, we all looked at each other and said,
this house is haunted. It was creepy and funny at
the same time. I felt relieved that I wasn't the
only one seeing the white figure in the hallway and
on the couch, and my mom, Chewy and Yvette felt
better talking about what they'd seen. I then told my cousin,
sucks for you because you're still spending the night here again.
So we concluded that something was at my grandmother's house,
and we also concluded that it was my grandmother who
was the white figure who we were seeing. I guess
she's just checking on us and letting us know she's
wanting over us. I had doubts, though, although I'm a
big believer in ghosts, when it came down to my
grandmother's house, a house I'm very close to, it was
hard to accept. I was used to hearing and watching
ghost stories on TV and never thought I would experience
an actual haunting. But then reality sank in and I
asked myself, it can't help me in my head because
I'm not the only one who has seen these things.
Chewy and even an Della said they've seen shadows walk
by doorways and the whole hallway and couch incidents. Those
really did happen. I guess we all at one point
had doubts, but it wasn't until someone else, not a
member of the family, had an experience. Another year had passed.
Around spring two thousand and seven, my boyfriend Vince had
come over to my grandma's house to eat. Chewie had
made some food, and I had told Vince about my
grandma's house and that it was haunted. And he was
interested because he too had seen some pretty creepy, unexplainable
things at his cousin's house when he was young. But
that day the idea of my grandma's house being haunted
escaped his mind. I made him sit down at the
end of the kitchen table on purpose. I ate quietly
and didn't mention anything like look in the hallway or
do you see anything. I waited until we were at
my house and in the room, we started talking about school.
We were in high school seniors, so we were counting
down the days, and I then asked him if he
had seen anything at my grandma's house. I was surprised
at his response.
Speaker 3: Yes.
Speaker 2: He told me he would see a dark shadow in
the hallway and every time he looked, it was getting
closer and closer. It was unsettling to him, so he
just looked away. When he looked back in the hallway,
the shadow was gone. He also told me he knew
something was in the hallway because it would disappear and
then reappear. I was excited that Vince saw something, and
Vince was still a bit creeped out. What puzzled me
is the fact that the dark instead of white. Vince
concluded that it was if it was my grandmother since
she knows my family, she appears white to us because
she doesn't know him. She appeared dark, as in trying
to say, what are you doing in my house. Vince
had another encounter with my grandmother in May two thousand
and seven, a few months after his previous sighting. It
was Memorial Day and my friends and I were going
to the island South Padre Island. It's about thirty minutes
from where we live, so we can come and go
as we wish. My friend Becky was going to pick
me up, and Vince picked me and Vince up at
my grandma's house since she lives close by. And while
we were waiting for Becky in the living room. I
went to the kitchen to get water for the short trip,
and leaving Vince alone on the couch. He had just
gotten out of bed and was still waking up. When
I came back into the living room, Vince looked confused.
I sat next and asked what's wrong, and he told
me he saw someone in white on the other end
of the couch. I was shocked. It had been a
while since I've seen the white figure. Then all of
a sudden, Vince sees it. He also told me he
thought it was me, but when he saw me coming
from the kitchen, then who was on the couch next
to him. He also said the figure looked as if
it were steering at him to see how he was.
I laughed and reassured him that it was my grandmother
and that it's good that she appeared to him in
white instead of dark. That must mean she likes him.
As of today, my grandmother's house still has a few strange,
unexplainable experiences happen. I have yet to see my grandmother
fully whoppear before us, But my family concludes that the
white figure we see is indeed my grandmother. But because
there'll be months when nothing happens, and then we see
something a few days later, but then it'll be quiet
for another good few months. So conclude that my grandmother
pays us visits every so often, letting us know she's
watching over us and her house. Very cool story. I
like that one. Very long story though, that was a
big one. And yeah, I don't think there's anything wrong
with that. Some people are really uncomfortable with the whole
idea of well there's.
Speaker 3: A spirit here.
Speaker 2: There shouldn't be a spirit here, but spirits have a
right to be there. I guess, I don't know. I've
spoken with people of both schools of thought. They're like,
their time is over, they need to pass on, go beyond.
But what if the grandmother has passed on and she's
just coming back to watch over her family. Then isn't
that a beautiful thing? Isn't that a good thing? I
think it is so just a cool idea anyway, all right,
I think that's going to wrap it up for tonight.
Speaker 3: Though.
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