Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

When I was 2 1/2 years old my father died (age 42) suddenly during the night in our living room of a massive blood clot that lodged in his heart. All I knew from that tender age until about the age of 16 was that he died when I was 2 1/2, but I was not told that he died IN our house. For YEARS during the night I would hear slow, footsteps come from the kitchen/living room area, down the hall to our bedrooms (my sister’s room and my room), pause at each room for 10 or 20 seconds, then continue back down the hall from where they had come. When I would hear them I would pull the blanket over my head and feel frozen with fear. It wasn’t that there was anything scary really about it, just that I didn’t know what it could possibly be. I told my mother several times about it and she just shrugged it off and said that the house was old and that the sound was just the “house settling”. I wonder to this day if it was my father checking on us just to make sure we were okay.

When I was 17 and just about ready to graduate from high school my best friend (since age 7) had a very vivid dream about a man coming to her house, asking to speak with her, sitting on the couch and he proceeded to ask many questions about me: about school, my family, my goals, etc. She said that she told him that I was graduating summa cum laude, had gotten a full ride scholarship to a private college, and everything else that she could think of. He suddenly stood up, smiled, and said, “thank you, I just want her to know that I love her and that I’m proud of her.” Then he walked out the front door. He never said who he was or his name. She described him as a tall man with dark eyes, dark hair, and ruddy skin and looked like he worked with his hands.

I told this story to my Mom and she turned white and sat down. She said “that was your Father”. I was skeptical. I did not really know very much about my father, especially about what he looked like. The only photo of him hanging in our house was a black and white picture. I am blonde, blue-eyed, fair skinned, average height—nothing like what my friend had described. My mother told me that my father had dark hair, tan ruddy skin, brown eyes, was 6 foot 4 inches tall, and he worked as an bus mechanic.

I never heard the footsteps again.

Sent in by Mindy, Copyright 2011 TrueGhostTales.com