Strange Occurrences Following Death Of A Loved One
Lounge By adonisthegreek1 Updated 2 Jun 2010 , 8:13pm by cakeschmake
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I have to say, and I'm sorry for anyone who likes the shows, I find those 'ghost hunter' shows to be absolute tripe. All you see is a couple guys and gals standing there going, "Oh my gosh...I just felt a cold breeze. Oh my gosh, did something just move?!" And then they jiggle the camera around, breathe erratically, and act all dramatic like something really just happened, even though there is nothing. I'm not saying nothing ever really does happen, I just find the shows annoying because they try to force it. It's too fake for me.
I have to say, and I'm sorry for anyone who likes the shows, I find those 'ghost hunter' shows to be absolute tripe. All you see is a couple guys and gals standing there going, "Oh my gosh...I just felt a cold breeze. Oh my gosh, did something just move?!" And then they jiggle the camera around, breathe erratically, and act all dramatic like something really just happened, even though there is nothing. I'm not saying nothing ever really does happen, I just find the shows annoying because they try to force it. It's too fake for me.
I know, my husband and I started watching them but they are so annoying. One episode of South Park (yes I know, it is not the best but my husband loves it and I have gotten used to it and I can see through the childish stuff) made fun of one of those Ghost Hunter shows and it was really funny. One of the guys heard something from outside and got scared, peed himself and was screaming "OMG there is a warm entity spreading down my leg" (or something like that).
The Psychic Kids show is very different and not as fake. I like it, but not the other ghost hunter shows. It is about children learning how to deal with psychic abilities (I think they call it).
One of the guys heard something from outside and got scared, peed himself and was screaming "OMG there is a warm entity spreading down my leg" (or something like that).
Bwahahahaha! That's at least entertaining. Hehehe. I have to admit SouthPark makes me laugh. I can be really childish at times.
My friend tried to get me to watch that ghost hunting show, she showed me one part where they were in a room or something. And a "ghost" pulled the guy back by his jacket, She was all excited and kept asking me if I saw it. Then a couple weeks later she was talking about it again and said they said it was fake and they rigged it!
HAha!
My brother used to be stationed at Hickam Air Force in Honolulu and lived on base on a townhouse. They had many weird things happen to them there and it is believed that at least part of the housing was built on a cemetary.
The staircase had 2 landings and my niece's bedroom was at the top of the stairs. She used to keep her door closed all of the time but she was only about 8. Finally, her mom asked her about it and she said that she didn't like seeing the guy on the staircase. This 'guy' was seen by several people including a teenage friend of my nephews.
My brother normally slept against the wall but one night, he and my sil swapped sides. He felt something rubbing his arm and he could actually see the sheet moving. He said something about it to my sil the next day and she said that the little girl does that all of the time.
Last one: my brother had a desk next to the staircase and the first landing was about headhigh. He heard something and looked up and the 'little girl' was looking over his computer monitor at him.
We won't go into the chairs moving out of the room or my brother being pulled up and out of the bathtub. 
My friend tried to get me to watch that ghost hunting show, she showed me one part where they were in a room or something. And a "ghost" pulled the guy back by his jacket, She was all excited and kept asking me if I saw it. Then a couple weeks later she was talking about it again and said they said it was fake and they rigged it!
HAha!
That's too good. I bet her face was a little red!! 
My condolences to those of you who have lost someone. 'Expected' or 'unexpected', it's still devastating.
My father's parents came to see me together once in a dream a couple of years after both had died. They looked amazing and it was extremely comforting. My father's appendix ruptured a year ago and he didn't realize it. He thought he just had the flu and had pulled a muscle when he got sick. He's a truck driver and was on the road half way across the country. He began seeing his father in his dreams telling him he was going to be okay but he had to get help. So he called 911 and an ambulance took him to the hospital. They only found a few small pieces of his appendix and the infection was really bad. The doctors told my mom that if he hadn't called when he did, he would have died very soon. My dad isn't an emotional or religious man, but having his dad save his life like that definitely moved him.
My cousin died in a work accident last July. It was devastating to everyone who knew him because he truly was a wonderful person. Not without faults but someone with as big of a heart as anyone I've ever met. I'm still waiting for him to visit me in my dreams. A few weeks ago, a couple of things fell off a shelf in my bedroom as I was sitting on my bed. I jokingly said 'now if you really want to impress me, put them back up'. Although, I really didn't want to see anything move.
I have the 'feeling' sometimes about certain things but I usually don't realize it until after the fact. It's usually something silly like realizing I'm going too fast, and then seeing a cop up the road. I have mixed feelings about wanting to see my loved ones who've died or signs they might leave. I take comfort in knowing they are okay and are watching over us, but it freaks me out at the same time.
Most of the people I have told my story too think I'm crazy. Some how I think you guys won't.
When I was born, my parents lived with my grandparents. My grandfather had been a very strict father to his daughters but the complete opposite as a grandfather to me. He would not let my mom leave me in the pack and play while they ate. He ate with me on his lap. If my mom was going to let me cry at bedtime, she would have to make sure he put me down before he came home because he would not allow her to let me cry to sleep. When my daughter was a few months short of 2 years, she new what my grandfather looked like from pictures at my mom's. His name was Pepito but Angelina (my daughter) called him abuelo pito. (Grandpa in Spanish). She never mentioned him at my house, only at my mom's when she saw the picture. When she figured out how to jump out of the crib, I was not ready to set up a bed so I decided to do "the supernanny thing". I put her in the crib, she jumped out and she was mad and crying etc... we did it 15 or 20 times, until she stayed and cryed herself to sleep. When she woke up she said abuelo pito a lot. Finally, I asked her if she was thinking about the picture in my mom's and she said "no, upstairs". I took her upstairs and showed her the bathroom and asked if he was there, she said no. Same rutine for my step son's room and mine. I showed her hers and she said yes. I asked where was Abuelo pito, standing by the door, sitting in the rocking chair. She said "no, crib, my crib". I said "was abuelo pito, playing with you? She said no, playing BAck. As she said playing back, her hand is reaching to her own back and rubbing her own back. My grandfather was in my daughter's room and consoled her. I know it. He died in Spain and I live in NY. Based on my experience they can go anywhere. I think there's something else in my stairs to the atic and I get scared often. I don't mind my grandfather, but there's something else here that is Not bad but I get scared. Sorry for the long story.
Melvira - I totally see that in the picture! WOW
A few days ago I lost a really close friend. She was like an Aunt (Tia) to me. She was sick for a very long time and I didn't go to see her. Truth be told I was scared to see her. I had gotten really sick and when I finally got up the courage to see her, it was too late. I cried and cried and felt so guilty for not having gone to see her. I said several prayers for her and told my Mom and Grandfather to be there for her when she passed. I also asked for her forgiveness. Suddenly my son's computer starting singing like crazy with the volume blasting away. It was 2 in the morning and I totally believe it was her telling me she was fine and she forgave me.
I know this is an old thread, but I have to share this.
My grandmother passed away on Tuesday the 25th. She was 87, she had a bed sore that wasn't healing properly and the infrction was through her body. She also had pneumonia (which we didn't find out about til after she passed) She had taken arthritis meds for the last 18 yrs, the dr's said that she didn't have an immune system anymore because of it, it affects your organs over time. So her little body just couldn't fight anymore.
I was talking to my aunt the morning of gma passing.
Grandma was notorious for having clean tissues up her sleeve, in her bra, in her pockets and purse, she always had them on her. When she lived with me and I washed her laundry, I always found tissues in the dryer!
So I told my aunt that when her tissues started dissapearing or she found them in the dryer, that was grandma!
She called me yesterday and said she couldn't wait to tell me this. That night before she went to bed, she got her laundry out of the dryer (she always checks pockets before washing) there were 2 tissues in the laundry!
I do believe she was telling us that she made it and she is ok.
I know this is an old thread, but I have to share this.
My grandmother passed away on Tuesday the 25th. She was 87, she had a bed sore that wasn't healing properly and the infrction was through her body. She also had pneumonia (which we didn't find out about til after she passed) She had taken arthritis meds for the last 18 yrs, the dr's said that she didn't have an immune system anymore because of it, it affects your organs over time. So her little body just couldn't fight anymore.
I was talking to my aunt the morning of gma passing.
Grandma was notorious for having clean tissues up her sleeve, in her bra, in her pockets and purse, she always had them on her. When she lived with me and I washed her laundry, I always found tissues in the dryer!
So I told my aunt that when her tissues started dissapearing or she found them in the dryer, that was grandma!
She called me yesterday and said she couldn't wait to tell me this. That night before she went to bed, she got her laundry out of the dryer (she always checks pockets before washing) there were 2 tissues in the laundry!
I do believe she was telling us that she made it and she is ok.
Hi Tiffany, I'm sorry you lost your Grandma. Thank you for sharing this. I think it helps and I too, believe she was letting you know she has gone on where she needs to be.
Tiffany, I'm sorry to hear about your grandma. I just love it when our loved ones who are no longer with us give us a special message.
I started this post back in December after my dad died. I lost my mom at the end of January. My mom had been been ill for a while. I spent a lot of time with her in the hospital. When things got worst the doctors informed us that she would not make it through the night. I had to go home, because I had not slept in days and I was having a hard time finding someone to keep the kids. The next day, my kids were sick and I still could not go back to the hospital. By the third day, the doctors marveled at how my mom was still holding on. They said it is almost as if she is waiting for someone. On the third day once I got to the hospital, I held my mom's hand and told her that I loved her. She took a couple of breaths and passed away quietly. That has had such an impact on my life! Since then, my dad's spirit has not been around and I never heard from my mother's. I guess they are together in peace. They were married for 65 years.
Thank you guys! I really feel a sence of peace knowing she is ok.
We aren't having a service beccause she didn't want one, She donated her body to science at a local college, Wright State University. So in a way her message was our sence of closure.
We added in her obituary "her love of kleenex will be with us daily."
Well, I guess I'll jump in with another encounter.
This story takes place 28 years ago. My dad had been sick for a while and was in the hospital again. It was on a Monday that I got a very strong feeling I needed to get to the hosiptal the next day. Then my brother called me to say he was going to take off of work on Tuesday because he felt he needed to visit dad. I called my mom to let her know we would be coming out (my parent's lived 150 miles away). My mom tried to talk me out of it, saying that dad was going in for surgery on Friday and that it was more important for me to come out then. It turned out that my sister, who lived out of state, also got that feeling and had made a plane reservation to fly out on Tuesday. My mom talked her out of it and had her change the reservation to Friday. I told my mom I would be there on Friday too. Later that night, I changed my mind. Called my brother to find out he changed his mind too.
I drove to the hospital the next morning but got a little later start than I had planned. I found my way to my dad's hospital room. My mom was alone in the room (they had taken my dad down to dialysis). She was so happy to see me and after lots of hugs and kisses, said, "Dad will be so surprised to see you, I'll take you there now." We walked down to the dialysis area together. We got there just in time to see them close the door on my dad's dialysis room. My mom knew right away what had happened. It turned out that the moment I first met my mom in his hosital room was the time my dad passed. He didn't want her to be alone. Why else would all 3 kids have the exact same feeling that they needed to be at the hospital that day?
My brother arrived an hour after me and was devastated that he missed our dad by an hour. If only he had arrived earlier. I told him that it was more important to dad that mom wasn't alone when it happened. I mean, I missed him by just a few minutes. I felt that dad had planned it that way but my brother was inconsolable.
So now we're at my parent's house so my mom can pack some stuff because we're taking her home with us. All of a sudden my brother starts freaking out and pointing to my dad's wrist watch on the kitchen counter. My dad had a digital watch and he used to set the alarm on it to remind him to take his medicine. Now, I don't know who would ever set an alarm to go off at 5:31 and why the alarm didn't make any sound, it just kept blinking the time.
Okay, here's where it get's really good....are you ready??? The watch was upside down and it's blinking 5:31, 5:31, 5:31. Well, 5:31 upside down spells out les, my brother's name. My dad's watch kept blinking les, les, les.
Needless to say, we all knew that dad was letting us know he was okay. Oh, and the watch? My mom gave it to my brother and he still has it to this day.
Oh goodness, Ren715, your story brought a lump to my throat!
My condolences to all of you who have lost loved ones and miss them so very much.
It's funny you mention the timing, I woke up with a start the night that my mother died, and I looked at the clock to see what time it was. Sure enough, about an hour later my sister called to tell me she had died, and I asked her when it happened, and it was when I had woken up.
This just happened to me in December. I had just learned my 94 yr old grandfather was sick in the hospital with pneumonia a few days prior to a co-worker saying "how is your grandfather?" to me at 2:15pm on a Tuesday. I answered that I didn't know how he was doing that day yet. (I'm 200 miles from him)
My father called me two hours later on my way home from work to tell me Granddaddy had passed. At 2:15. It makes me think that on some level he was broadcasting his message that "I'm thinking of you" because I know you will be thinking of me.......
I was only 5 when my grandfather passed away in 1984, but I've always heard about how he has communicated with my grandmother, mother and all of her siblings.
My grandmother collected music boxes, she had 1500+ or more and they filled her house, mainly the dining room. A few years before his passing, Grandpa had given her a Valentine's Day card that played her favorite song when she opened it. She kept it in the dining room, too. After he passed, the card would play itself, without being opened, on special occasions like Grandma's birthday and Christmas. This went on for years until Grandma passed suddenly in 1999.
My parents were staying at her house and helping to take care of things as they prepared for her funeral. The card played in the middle of the night after Grandma passed and my parents were there to hear it. An aunt of mine kept the card, but I don't think it has played since that night.
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