Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

I have been able to talk with the spirits of dead people pretty much all my life, as a child I did not understand what it was, and was terrified of going to bed and the dark.

It got much more intense after my father died when I was 23, and I wanted to see him so much. I began first dreaming and actually have relevant conversations with my father. Then I think it opened the way for other spirits that had something to say… It began getting strange, and I was dreaming of different spirits talking to me every time I went to sleep. One told me his grave had been opened, there he was sitting in front of me in an old dark suit and a hole in his forehead. And sure enough the next morning in the news near my hometown a mausoleum of a civil war era plantation owner that had been shot in the head during the war had been opened and his remains were discovered halfway out of the grave.

A child was kidnapped near where I live, I dreamed he was ok at the time of the dream but he would not be very long, and in the dream I could not get to him because water was between us, when they found his only remains three weeks later, it was his head, it was floating in a river.

In September one year, I dreamed of a plane crash near a highway, a plane that passed so close to the ground in my dream I could touch the bottom of it, and see it was a white and blue plane. When it crashed in the dream there were little Christmas trees and gifts all over the ground… in December, three months after the dream, the plane from Pan Am exploded over Lockerbie Scotland. It was near Christmas and near a highway, the plane was blue and white.

A man in a dream told me his wife’s name, and to tell her he was sorry about what he was doing on the day he died, that he was wrong. I looked up the woman’s name, found her and called her… I thought oh she is going to think I am a crazy person… but she listened… and she cried… they had a fight that morning, and she was still angry when he died…. she was relieved to hear he was sorry, and he admitted he had been wrong.

So, I guess… I am a sleeping psychic…

Sent in by Sandi, Copyright 2011 TrueGhostTales.com