Strange things in my house
AND live in California. I've had several experiences with ghosts. One of them happened when I was at school. My mother visited some friends. Their names are Tammy and Chrissie. My mother's friend recently died. The incident occurred in November 2006. She was talking about her dead friend and went to get some wine glasses from her cabinet. She grabbed one and left it open for a second. All the glasses fell off the shelf and shattered on the floor. The hardest part of the glasses broke and the softest part of the glasses didn't even have a scratch. They ALL were like that.
Another event occurred recently, in December 2006. I was taking a shower and felt a hand stroking my back. I was confused for a moment, but it was amazing because no one was there. I got out of the water, and when I worked up the courage to back out, the water was freezing frosty. I was confused for a moment because my water temperature was on toasty. I turned it back on to toasty and panicked. I got out of the shower to get to my bedroom. Then I got out of the shower and almost fell. The entire bathroom was covered in fog. The water wasn't even heated enough to create fog.
In December 2006, my mother was cleaning the house again. She heard some sounds and didn't think anything of it. She was vacuuming the TV. And then she went and got another rag and turned on all the TVs in all the rooms. Then mom turned them all off. Then all computers were turned on. My mother turned it off, then the water in the bathtub started running, so she turned it off, left the house for the day and went to the mall with her friends.
This month is January 2007. I woke up at midnight. I was talking to my boyfriend Seth on the phone. I had an attic. While I was talking to him, I heard footsteps upstairs. I didn't think anything of it until I heard stomping. The attic is locked and no one has been there for months. The only time someone enters the attic is to repair power lines or reinstall a novel fan or something.
So I have no idea who was in my house, but a terrible thing happened to me. I did some research and found out that no one had died in my house. I wonder where these ghosts come from. My family is interested in tarot and magic. Some time ago I met a fortune teller and completed my fortune. She said that in my previous life a family member drowned me. When I was 5 years ancient, I spoke Latin in my sleep, and I didn't even know Latin. To this day, when I find myself in an unfamiliar place or home, I speak Latin. The night I said it in my sleep, my mother checked what I was saying. I said, “No! stop, leave me alone! I didn't do anything to you! stop, please, I beg you!!” Then I started screaming.
Former owners of the dolls
MYour friend Margaret (now approaching 80) has some problems. He loves dolls. She just bought a lot of dolls at an auction. They dated from around the beginning of the 19th century.
A few days ago she spread them all out on the dining room table and left them there when she went to sleep. At around 12:00 that morning she heard a noise, woke up and got out of bed to see what it was. As she walked down the hall to the dining room, she saw a little boy sitting at her table. She got a little closer and saw that the whole side of his face was burned, as if he had been engulfed by fire? So she started shaking her cane at him and shouting at him, saying things like, “Who are you? What are you doing in my house?” And so on. The little boy looked at her, stood up and disappeared.
This, of course, surprised her and she turned to go back down the hall. Now her office is right next to the dining room. As she turned around, something caught her eye in the cave. She looked again and saw the man standing over her coffee table, looking at something. She started screaming again and the man immediately disappeared.
Okay, that was a few nights ago. She was sleeping last night and around 5:00 a.m. she heard a noise and woke up again. This time I will see a youthful lady wearing an antebellum style skirt (long etc.). The lady had a compact, lean brush in her hand and it looked as if she was painting the mirror that Margaret has on the wall. Margaret started shouting at her and she disappeared.
She finally fell back asleep when she woke up at 7:00 a.m. to find a youthful black girl, maybe about 14, standing at the end of her bed. She was wearing the same type of dress. The girl seemed to be looking at something near Margaret's feet. Again. Margaret shouted at her and the ghost disappeared.
She is terrified and cannot understand why this is happening. I think it has something to do with dolls. That day, after seeing the boy and the man, she packed up all the dolls and put them in a spare room. I think these ghosts may own these dolls and are just looking for them. We tried to convince her that she should talk to them, but she refuses.
Any advice or assist explaining this?
Grandpa's Return
Tit's a story my mother told me when I was little, and she still tells it to this day. She was only 5 years elderly at the time, so it may be challenging for some to believe in the minds of a five-year-old. But anyway, it starts after my mother's grandfather died the week before.
My mother said that out of her three other sisters, she was always her grandfather's favorite granddaughter. So one night she woke up in the middle of the night and saw him standing at the end of her bed with his hand outstretched. He said, “Come with me, Judy.” My mom was so scared she just screamed until everyone woke up and asked her what happened. My mother didn't hesitate at all to include in her story that when she told her mother what happened to her, her mother (my grandmother) had also seen a ghost in this house before.
She woke up in the middle of the night and saw a boy walking around her room. She always said the boy looked lost, which makes sense considering why he was hanging around some random house.
That's it, because they were both two very compact stories. I hope you like them.