The daughter who sees ghosts
AND I am a single mother of a three-year-old daughter. I had suspected for some time that he was seeing “stuff”. I met with several media outlets who also covered this topic and said yes. We recently started living with my grandmother while our house is under construction. My grandfather died in this house about 3 years ago. Strange things are happening, clamorous knocking noises, I will turn on the dryer, come back and it will be turned off and the door will open, and where we sleep someone keeps pulling the door handle at night. My grandma says this always happens and says it's the sound of squirrels on the roof. My daughter is talking to her toys and one evening I walked into the room and she was alone when she was saying “Leave me alone.” I asked her who she was talking to and she replied no one.
It talks a lot about my slow uncle who died in a car accident about 30 years ago. He was only 18 years elderly. No one has really told her anything about him, but she talks about him a lot. There's another strange thing going on in this house where neither of us can sleep soundly. I have the craziest, most lively dreams and wake up throughout the night. Every night I wake up at 4:00. Has anyone had this experience? Is there any way to confirm that he sees certain things? If he really sees something, why does he deny it? Am I crazy?
Bridge of the Crying Baby
Tit is for those who often wonder if some of the things they have experienced can ever be explained. Almost everyone has heard the story about the “Cry baby Bridge”, heck, almost every state, and some cities have one. This is the story of the one that happened in my hometown. The location will not be disclosed to protect the privacy of people living in the area. It is said that a youthful unmarried woman gave birth to her lover's child, and when she presented it to him, he rejected them both, wanting nothing more to do with mother and child. For the distraught youthful lady who was unable to turn to her family for assist, it was a moment when giving birth to a child out of wedlock was considered shameful. So she decided to jump off the bridge with her baby, it supposedly drowned and they were never seen again. They say that if you are on the bridge on moonless nights, you can hear the baby crying and see the mother as a white featherlight walking along the river bank looking for her baby.
I decided to investigate this story and see or hear for myself whether it was a real haunting or just another urban legend. My friend and I arrived at the bridge around 11 p.m., sat and listened to the wind and river, nothing at first, then we heard what sounded like a baby crying. We also saw what appeared to be a white featherlight moving up the shoreline and then disappearing almost at the same time as the baby stopped crying. We did some more research and found the causes of both the featherlight and the crying. The crying was the sound of peacocks coming from nearby residents, and the featherlight was the reflection of headlights off a piece of metal near the river bank from a car(s) driving on a nearby road. It would seem that the lights of oncoming cars would disturb the peacocks, causing them to scream, which would sound almost like a baby crying on the bridge. Once the car(s) had passed, the peacocks became noiseless and the white featherlight disappeared.
Gray featherlight shadows
AND I read the story “What the Shadow People Want” and it reminded me of when I was a child and lived in a first-floor apartment in New York. Every night I saw shadows, but they were kind of gray, the room was shadowy, I had my eyes open and that's what I saw, gray shadows, like figures of people, many were coming in and out of my room through the door. They never looked at me or bothered me. They just walk. As if he was passing by. I thought it was normal. We lived there for several years. It stopped when we moved to Coney Island.
That's another story. But why did I see these gray figures? Demons or ghosts passing by? I just saw them and had no answers because I was little. Then things got out of control as I experienced further events at our next residence.
This time I didn't see shadows, I saw real figures and felt strange forces that scared the living daylights out of me. As time passed, I became curious and wanted answers.
take care of yourself
Rossana