AND Have a few stories, I know it's long, but trust me, it's worth reading. When I lived in my dad's house, I could never sleep in my own room because I was afraid, I knew his house was haunted, so I slept with him in his bed. I think that when I was about 10 years elderly, I started to see the ghosts. I saw one thing when I was running in bathing water, they move from my room to the other, I had 2 rooms and those in which the only ones in which they would enter, and it terrified me, because the ghostly character had an ax in the head and I think he was the previous owner of the home. He died during the war and hid real silver in this house somewhere and nobody found it to this day. When I was forced to sleep in my own room, my bed is burnt and I would have to cry to sleep.
When I went to visit my mother, one weekend, I slept in bed with her and her boyfriend's daughter and woke up because I lost the stuffed animal. I was about 8 years elderly. I found it, but when I got up, I noticed a girl with a airy airy around her, and she came to bed, where we were all, and she raised my mother's hand and began to twist the wrist and shouted “Stop! Stop!” And she shook her head like a refusal, she didn't talk, so I woke up my mother, saying: “Wake up, this little girl turns your arm” and she said: “Heather you stop me!” The little girl finished, and I followed her to the door, and she disappeared as she disappeared. The next morning we had to go to the hospital. My mother had a twisted wrist.
My uncle died about 2 years ago and was the owner of the company. Now my mother and half -dad are owners. He visited the psyche there and she asked the employee: “Has anyone died in your family?” And my mother replied “We Papi” and she answers “no, someone younger”, and the employee said “my boss” and the psyche described him and the employee said “yes, he is him.” So she told the employee that she was there and stood over her, and he looked livid because she read her book and did not do her work, and he always hated it. The employee tried to stay away from this area and before the women leave, she told the employee that now he was standing there to which the employee moved. So the psyche met with my mother, they talked, and my mother asked: “Is he here now?” And she said, “No, would you like me to call him?” And my mother said: “No, fine!” It's straightforward to be afraid.
Later, my mother got this really frigid coolness and looked at a woman who also felt it, and the lady said: “He is here now, and he wants me to tell the family that he was sorry, he was shocked, that he was dead, but someone was there to help him.” What was terrifying was when he came, the song we gave him.
A few days later, we contacted her again, and she told my mother that my uncle was livid, that we didn't contact him. So the next day, when the company was closed at night, we brought the Ouija board and did it in the back and it worked. He came and talked to us. I and he were very close and we asked where he was, and he wrote my name and that he stood behind me, and I started crying, and my mother told him: “You know that Heather loves you and longs for you”, and he said “yes” and then asked “Are you her guardian angel?” And he said so, and it made me cry even more. We asked him if he would touch me, and he said yes, so I waited and asked if he did it and he said he did it, but I felt nothing because I had his great hood, so I took him off.
He wanted us to take a break, so one of the girls wanted to go to the bathroom, but she was afraid to go alone, so I went with her and went through one of the rooms. It smelled like gas and there was no gas in place, so I just went to the bathroom. When I waited for the girl to come out, I felt something tap on the head and looked everywhere and I was okay and I knew he had touched me. I came back next to the room in which I smelled with gas and called my half -dad and mother to get closer to smell him. My half -dad did not feel it, but my mother did and I knew it was a sign of my uncle's presence, because he died in a car accident, his car became flames and I think it was because his gas tank broke out.
We came back and talked to him again, and we asked him to show up, and he said that he would do it, whether we would go to the cemetery at the hill. The hill is right next to his tombstone, but we did not go. That night I had a dream, and he was in him, and it was his funeral, it was like a party, I don't know why, but I saw him talking to my half -dad and told him to come here and he said: “No, you come here”, so I came to him and he hugged me and he whispered me “I can't go,”
I started to cry and woke up, feeling his arms around me and smelled of him. I woke up this crying dream. It was really him, I knew he was there.
