FFirst, I would like to thank non-believers for helping to keep the discussions lively. My story begins in the early 1980s, when my father became seriously ill and was hospitalized. I didn't want him to go, but I knew he had to be there. I asked him if we could go fishing when we got home and he said, “If I go home,” I think he knew he wouldn't come back. A few days later he fell into a coma and remained there for several months.
Well, one summer night I woke up having to utilize the bathroom and get a drink of water because it was a very warm night and we didn't have air conditioning at the time. I went back to bed and was about to put my head on the pillow when I noticed a white airy above my brother's bed starting to get bigger. I looked around to see what might be causing the airy, but there was nothing. I watched the airy grow until it took the shape of a woman with a long, flowing white dress and long, flowing white hair, but no face. Now believe me, I was ready to scream and run from the room, but before I could, the ghost put his hand on my mouth and everything on my mind became ice frigid, I could even see my breathing, but I couldn't move or speak. She stood there with her hand over my mouth, looking down at me, and I couldn't do anything. I remembered reading somewhere that if you ask a ghost what it wants, it will go away. So, unable to speak, I thought, and the ghost just shook its head and disappeared. Now you don't have to be a believer to know what I did next, you guessed it, I ran from the room straight to my mother who told me I was just having a bad dream. The next morning we received a call from the hospital that my dad had died. I didn't know who the woman was at the time, but I think she came to let me know that Dad wasn't coming home. Only a few years ago, after talking to an Indian shaman, I learned that it was the spirit of my great-grandmother.
