Growing up Haunted in Sydney Part 21
Have you read the previous parts of this story? Growing up Haunted in Sydney Part 1
My family and I have often had present the human members of our family after they have passed and our animal companions have been no different.
Bandit was a cattle dog / corgi cross – tan with a black eye patch of fur across his face (hence the name Bandit) that my Dad bought when I was three. The only conscious memory I have of my Dad, is the back of his head as he drove the car home the day we bought Bandit.
Bandit was the only constant in my life until he died when I was 18 and in my last year of High School. In his day, not even 6′ wooden fences could stop him escaping with his strong cattle dog shoulders, he’d just jump and power climb the vertical wooden wall until one day an encounter with a bus during …
Shadow Dog and Invisible Entity
I’ve had two life-changing experiences that have made me think about a lot of things differently. First, let me say that my grandmother is a very religious woman and she has had spiritual dreams. This has been passed on to my mother, who has a more severity with things spiritual than my grandmother. She has heard things, she has seen things, and things have seen her.
My mother has a friend who is a preacher, who has told her numerous times to embrace the gift God has given her, and to be aware because there is something very special about the women side of our family and there will always be something in the darkness watching us.
So, with that being said, my mother has had her children baptized except for the youngest. Me. I have not been baptized and when I was younger and I have always had a problem going to church. Not that I didn’t want to …
My Ghost Watch Dog
I had initially found this house for rent on Craigslist. It was slightly weather beaten from a tornado last April, the almost two acre yard was horribly overgrown and the interior needed a coat of paint and new carpeting. After the owner LeeLee had given us the grand tour, and apologized profusely for the condition of the place from the storm and the previous tenants, I asked for a few moments inside alone. All was peaceful. I walked outside and nodded to my husband that the house was clear. House hunting for the spirit sensitive is to say the least, frustrating. As soon as he was assured there were no houseguests from the afterlife, he said “We’ll take it.”
It was my fortieth birthday when we pulled into the driveway of our new home. It had been a grueling twenty-four hour drive from Ohio in our minivan, with my husband following behind with the rented moving truck towing his car. …
The Peon’s Story – Dog From the Cemetery
Back in 1975 or thereabouts I spent a few weeks of the summer working as a “Peon” or casual labour hand with a team from the Spanish Ministry of Agriculture which was then carrying out a forestry inventory, the practical part of which was done in the summer, the inventory itself to last about four years.
My job as a Peon consisted in accompanying a forestry technician to a particular region of the forest called a “parcela” or parcel and there I would, for example, be told to go to a given tree and measure its trunk and take samples of its wood. I would then call out the measurements to the team leader (the technician). In all we were three teams of two men each, the leader and a peon in each one.
I found this very invigorating work after teaching English in Madrid. There were no classes in the heat of summer as all my pupils had gone …