A baby crying and living in the basement
HHere is an experience told by my mother. My mother's friend once told her that a friend of hers who had moved into a basement apartment in New York had had a terrible experience. She had a baby. When they moved into the basement apartment, as soon as they entered the modern house, the kid cried and never stopped. When she left, the baby was fine, but when they returned, the baby was crying and crying. They didn't know why this was happening. They thought it was something in the air or paint that the child was allergic to. So they decided to move again, the mother and child had to sleep with friends until they found another place to live.
Well, they found one. But his timing didn't seem to work. The baby will cry and cry again. Then she started thinking. Why is the baby still crying? She left her senior apartment in the basement. What could it be? She saw that she had taken with her a beautifully decorated contact card that was in their previous apartment, which the last tenant had left. The thing is that the last tenants practice what we call “La Obra”, “The Work”, i.e. spiritualism. They kicked him out and the problems were solved.
What else happened in that basement apartment? My mom, dad and a friend went to visit her in a modern place. My mother didn't want to take me. She told me that the lady stated that when she was there, the radio would turn on and many voices would be heard, not frequencies like we usually hear. Many languages and channels would change. She heard voices speaking simultaneously.
Her husband said that after this incident he sometimes goes into a trance and then everything is fine. I don't know more than them.
I would like to know what is the utilize of ghosts to put a person into a trance state? I haven't figured it out yet.
Reader comments on this topic are welcome.
Thanks!
Rossana
Nanny's visit
ANDin 1976 my grandparents and their two daughters bought a house in Nova Scotia (they had just moved from Newfoundland). The house was about 20-25 years venerable at the time of purchase and is still standing today. I don't know the history of the house before my grandparents bought it.
In July 1991, my grandmother died after a tiny battle with lung cancer. Before she died, I spent every day with her – we were very close. A few years after her death, my parents and I moved into my grandparents' house because my grandfather wanted to be able to spend more time with me. He turned the ground floor into an apartment, and we moved upstairs.
A year or two after the move, strange things started happening. I remember several cases. I was newborn then, between seven and nine years venerable. Several times the TV channel changed itself when no one was holding the remote control. One year on Thanksgiving, a friend of my dad's spent the day with us. On the table in front of him was a wine glass that glided across the table without being pushed. My mother remembers seeing a white shadow moving down the hall out of the corner of her eye. He started moving quickly, and when his presence was noticed, he slowed down.
One incident that sticks in my mind occurred in November 1997. We received unfortunate news about my grandfather on my father's side. He became very ill and was hospitalized. His results didn't look promising, my parents spent the whole week with him in the hospital. I was 10 years venerable then and I couldn't be left alone. My mother's friend – let's call her Donna – stayed with me. We came home one evening after running some errands. Donna put her keys on the counter next to the door because we had to escape. We went about our business around the house, not paying attention to the keys. When we were about to leave, we realized that the keys were missing. While looking for them, we found them in my room. I didn't touch the keys because it wasn't like me to move something like that without telling anyone.
A night or two later, when everyone was asleep, Donna was awakened by noises in the hall. Thinking I had got up to get a drink, she called out to me. No response. Thinking she was dreaming, she tried to go back to sleep. Suddenly she felt as if she was being watched. Donna had had experiences with paranormal phenomena before, so she knew there was something there. She forced her eyes open and told herself not to scream. What she saw next chilled her to the bone. The ghost stood over her, looked into her face and smiled. She quickly closed her eyes and the ghost disappeared.
The next morning my grandfather died in his sleep. Donna talked to my mom about it, but she wasn't sure if my mom shared the same experience. Her mother assured her that she did and that she believed it was my grandmother's ghost who had come to check on her “favorite granddaughter.”
We have since moved out of that house. Talking to my mother one morning, we agreed that we both believed that my grandmother's spirit had returned to us. Mom noticed movement out of the corner of her eye when there was nothing there, and I felt a presence in the house when I was alone. I believe she somehow found us. United again.
What do the shadow people want?
medoes anyone remember my story about those shadow people at the end of my bed, right? Well, I've been working up the courage to turn off the lights and face them for a while now, and last night I decided it was time. I spent most of the evening watching as much TV as I could, trying not to get distracted by what I was supposed to be doing. Around 11 p.m. I finally told myself it was time and trudged to my room. My blankets were thrown back, although I don't remember doing it myself before (I have a bad habit of not making my bed), but I just shrugged as my imagination fell onto my back, staring at the ceiling. I didn't even bother turning on the lithe when I walked inside, and the only lithe was a petite streak of yellow lithe that peeked from the edge of my blinds from the porch lithe.
I pulled the blankets up to my chin and continued to stare wide-eyed at the ceiling. I couldn't relax enough to close my eyes and I kept telling myself they wouldn't come unless they thought I was asleep. I finally managed to ponderous my breathing a little and half-close my eyes when I spotted one of them out of the corner of my eye. He stood to my right, next to the nightstand where the one who always told others to leave me alone stood. I started to panic and tried to think about my inner peace. It's kind of where I go when I feel threatened or scared. The shadow didn't do anything, just stood there and looked at me, I felt its eyes looking straight at my face.
I sighed and turned to my side, as if I was simply moving in my sleep, to get a better look at the shadow. I couldn't see anything through it, he was really towering, but that's all I could see. I still looked at it with half-open eyes and asked the question loudly in my head: “Who are you and what do you want?”
At that moment the shadow disappeared and I became very irate because it took me so long to gain the courage to communicate with them and turn off the lithe, and the thing just disappears! I sat down and asked loudly: “What are you afraid of? Me? Coward…”. which probably wasn't the best word because it was provocative and I had no intention of being provocative, whatever it was. I was just very irate.
I should tell you now that I usually leave the door open about an inch so my cat can come in and out, but that night I closed it. Well, the doorknob turned and my door was thrown open. I expected my mother or brother to tell me to keep peaceful, but there was no one there. I was staring into the murky dining room and it felt like several shadows passed me very quickly. I don't know why, but I looked at the clock on the VCR and saw that it was two in the morning
Then, scariest of all (mainly because it took me by surprise), I turned on the stereo that's on the shelf across from my bed and the song The Quiet Place by In Flames started playing as raucous as it could through my speakers. And for those who don't know who In Flames are, they are a massive metal band and The Quiet Place is one of their heaviest songs. My stereo seemed to turn itself on because the remote was on it and the CD with the song wasn't included, it was in it when I went to bed that night. I know because I took it out of the stereo earlier in the day while I was working out.
Because my door was open, everyone in the house could hear the music, and my mom ran into my room just as I jumped out of bed with my hands behind my ears to turn off the raucous guitar and screaming lyrics. I turned it off and my mother chewed me out: “If you can't sleep and need music, keep the door closed and turn the volume down!”
After this whole incident, I sat with the lithe on, wide awake, until about 6 a.m. before I managed to fall asleep.
The only thing that upset me last night, or rather this morning, was the fact that the shadow didn't answer my questions.