ANDI've never seen anything like this mentioned and I'm hoping someone can give me some insight.
My ex-husband became a truly evil, hateful and mentally ill man towards the end of his life. Even after 5 years and several girlfriends, including one sedate one, he never got over the fact that I left him. He always felt that I was his wife, his property until the end. He vacillated between trying to destroy me emotionally and trying to bring me back into his life. He will forget about all the resentment as soon as the real problem arises. A problem with his computer, one of his pets, when he had his first heart attack, or subsequent chest pains and the heart attack that killed him, he would call me on the phone, completely forgetting about the hostility. For the sake of the children, I did everything I could to communicate, but other than that he was inexplicable.
He died on the floor of his living room, in the presence of my older child. He left the hospital after being admitted to hospital with severe chest pains. He insisted to the nurses that he was fine and stubbornly signed off. He died within two hours at the age of 47.
Two days after his death, I went alone to his house to retrieve any documents and photos he kept of me or us together. I ended up spending almost 2 hours there packing his clothes and organizing what had been our filing cabinet. As I was leaving, I was surprised to realize that it had never bothered me that I was alone in his house, or that I was alone at night, or that he had died there. I felt very comfortable and safe and sound. I later decided that somehow I knew his anger had died with him. That I am welcome in his home, that I can take what is legally mine or ours, and that he wants me to take care of the removal of his personal belongings instead of his family members.
I returned several times with my children and without recovering any items that belonged to them. I never experienced the same feeling again, but I always wondered if he was there, watching.
A few weeks later, my now husband and I went home to pick up the lawnmower. This made me feel very uncomfortable because my ex hated my current partner with a passion. This feeling started long before we entered the house, but it became very uncomfortable when my now husband looked at my ex's things. Everything is very straightforward to explain with the conscious mind. I didn't want my husband to come into the house at all out of respect for my ex's feelings, but I didn't say so because I would get a look that would tell me I was being ridiculous. After a few minutes of being inside, the discomfort became very severe. I wanted nothing more than to rush my husband out the door and make a hasty retreat. I started to feel like everything was collapsing on top of me as I picked up common household items like tuna and spaghetti that he kept there for the kids. I must have looked stupid dodging the imaginary things that were attacking me from the tops of the cabinets and the fridge. After a few minutes, as my discomfort became unbearable, fruit flies began to appear.
Not real fruit flies, but again imaginary ones. If you think about what it's like in the summer, with a fruit fly or a mosquito buzzing at the edge of your vision, you'll know exactly what I saw. A black dot almost touching the side of your head that you instinctively wave your hand at. Now, instead of running away from unseen things, I hit them. (Trust me, there were no fruit flies.) At this point I decided I had ignored the hint long enough, I shoved my husband into the car and drove home, swearing I would never take him there again.
I went home at least once after that, but I never saw fruit flies or had any good or bad feelings about them while I was there, other than what I expected. More than a year later, the house was still vacant, waiting for the bank to foreclose. Life had taken on a modern normal and we were getting ready for our second Christmas since he died when I swatted a fruit fly. Somehow I just knew the house had been sold and he had moved in with us. I drove by the next day and although the house hadn't been sold, there was a “For Sale” sign and a full dumpster in front of the house. People entered the bank and took out the remaining items, preparing them for sale.
For several weeks I saw fruit flies regularly, always on my right side, but it never bothered me. I even worked up the courage to tell my husband (but not my children) about this and my theory. He's very open and doesn't seem to mind much. We even joked about it once or twice, blaming my ex for taking things we couldn't find.
I talked to a fortune teller I know, she said she felt like there was more than one of them, that he brought family members with him, and that sometimes that happens on vacation. Something like that bothered me. It was one thing to be with my ex, it was another thing to visit my mother-in-law! One night, about a month after the occasional “sightings,” I was lying in bed alone. The children were sleeping and my husband was working the night shift when I felt someone sit at the end of the bed. While missing fruit flies from time to time was acceptable, feeling something wasn't so pleasant. I said to the general air, “I don't mind you hanging around here and taking care of the kids, but you're not allowed to reveal yourself…” That was the end of it. I didn't see another black dot until the following Christmas, when I saw it once, in the kitchen, his most recurrent spot and his favorite room. He only did it when I was cooking and he always loved it. I felt like he was just saying hello and letting me know he was there.
The other day I was reading ghost stories here and on Obiwan's website when I saw the dot again, as usual, to my right. I couldn't facilitate but feel like he was teasing me while I was scared.
Now the question. Has anyone ever experienced or heard of a ghost appearing as a black dot-like fruit fly? I can't facilitate but feel like I'm just kind of here.
