A ghost manifesting as fruit flies?
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.
Strange things at the American Legion building
MYour dad worked nights at the American Legion, cleaning the building, and he was the only one working, so I went with him sometimes. One night me and my friend (Ashley) went with him and played in the “blue room”. There was a bar, lots of tables and stuff like that, I was standing by the liquor store and I was just having fun, I knocked on the door, and then all of a sudden someone knocked back and in a different pattern than I had knocked on, I looked at my friend and almost said, “did you hear that?” and she looked at me and I could tell by her face that she was very scared. We both ran out of the room and as soon as we were out the door something grabbed Ashley's leg and she screamed and moved away and we ran into the room through the hall and when we looked back there was nothing there so we sat down and she pulled up her pant leg and her knee was all red and stained. We were so scared that we never went into that room again unless there were a lot of people with us.
Another time, me, my friend (Ashley) and my sister went to work with my dad, almost to see if anything else would happen. We were sitting in the bingo hall when we heard this noisy screeching sound so we went down to the main hall to see where the sound was coming from, we looked into the blue room and there was a chair cart (used to move stacked chairs) on the dance floor so we went over to it and there were scratch marks on the floor behind it as if someone had pushed it, so I pushed it about a foot to see what it sounded like, it sounded just like the sound that we heard I heard. Later that evening, me, my sister, and Ashley were on the steps of the building, playing with the copier, when my dad came downstairs and said, “Are you down here? Who was flushing the toilets, then?” It turns out that when we were walking down the stairs and my dad was upstairs, he could hear people running in the bathrooms and flushing the toilet.
So I read up a bit about the American Legion and learned that the American Legion served as a hospital for wounded soldiers during World War II. There are many more things that have happened to me and other people I know, so I will post more stories soon.
Thank you for reading and please comment and tell me what you think or if you have any logical explanations.
Little Angels called Susan and Jack
AND a long time ago, when my sister and I were little, we went to visit my aunt. It was supposed to be her birthday, so our parents organized a surprise party for her. My sister and I were very bored and wanted to walk down her street to get some fresh air. I remember it was really dim and frigid and no one really lived there. As we walked, we stopped to hear the children's voices. I was 14 at the time and my sister was 8, but it was strange that no one was there. So we kept walking, but I tripped over something and fell. We looked down and saw the train tracks. It was so scary because he wasn't there a minute ago. My sister was so scared that she started crying, but I told her it was okay and we were going home. But it wasn't ok, I was lost, I didn't want to tell her and make her cry even more.
As we stood there, out of nowhere a little girl and a little boy appeared. They looked pale and terrifying, as if they were dead. I asked them their names and they said Sarah and Jack. I asked them if they knew how to get to the road that would take us home. And they both helped us. They took us out to the street and as soon as I saw my aunt's house, I was very cheerful. I asked them if they wanted to come in and they just stood there. I ran inside to tell my parents.
They were just looking at us to see if we were crazy, so I pulled my mom to the door to show her the kids who helped us, but they weren't there. We looked for them, but it seemed as if they had disappeared without a trace. My aunt got scared when we told her their names, and she told us a story I will never forget. She said: “A long time ago there was an accident, the bus broke down on the railway tracks, they tried to get out but the doors wouldn't open and suddenly a train was coming. All 17 of them, including the driver. They were trapped. They all died in the accident and since then people say they see them and when you park your car on the tracks they push it out of the way in case a train is coming. They can save you and they even have streets named after them.”
But I couldn't believe it, I looked at my aunt and sister and we were hushed all night. The next morning we were ready to leave, we said goodbye to my aunt, got in the car and as we were leaving I saw the names Susan and Jack on the road signs and from that day on I called them “Angels”.