First, I’d like to let everyone know that I’m a believer, but also a skeptic of most things dubbed ‘Paranormal’. What I mean by this is, I do not immediately believe everything I see (in pictures as well or video) or hear (on T.V. or other people’s stories). I even second guess myself and try to find rational explanations before even considering the paranormal.
My life has not been an easy one by anyone’s definition. I have made many bad choices and decisions. I put myself in numerous dangerous situations, but somehow I always managed to come out fairly unscathed. A little battered mentally and a few times physically, but otherwise in one piece.
This always had me wondering how I survived when I’d lost friends who had not been in the predicaments I found (or placed) myself in. Why did these friends pass on from car accidents when I’d been in much worse situations (and 2 car accidents that could have killed me or injured me severely) and walked away with no broken bones, no stitches, just scratches and bruises.
When my children were in middle school and I’d been married for about 6 years, for once my life was stable and I was very happy and content. We’d been living in the house (where we still live) for about 5 years.
I came down with an inner ear infection and for anyone who’s had one they know how disorienting and painful they are. I would get dizzy if I stood or sat up too fast, so I laid on the couch mostly. I remember feeling the pressure in my head and sinuses and it was very hard to get comfortable or sleep.
Then, I started to hear someone and feel their presence. It was always during the day when I was alone trying to rest. I couldn’t tell if it was male or female though, as it spoke in a whisper. Though it’s been a few years, I still remember what it told me. “I’ll be right here.” “I’m right here.” “I’ll always be with you.” “I’ve always been with you.” The skeptical part of me listened more intently, trying to hear if maybe my husband left the T.V. on in the bedroom or the kids left the radio on. Everything was quiet except that whispering voice, and with the inner ear infection it was hard for me to hear some things anyways. Of course not all of the comments were made at once or even precisely in that order. Then I’d feel a presence standing at the head of the couch watching me. I knew logically that I should have been frightened and perhaps I was to a certain extent because I could never conjure up enough courage to open my eyes and see who was there. There were times when I felt this presence at the foot of the couch and once I even felt someone sit near my feet.
This lasted for about 3 or 4 days, until I was able to get up without feeling dizzy and the pain subsided. It was less than a year later that my father passed away. I had felt so guilty because we argued and I didn’t speak to him for 2 years. But around his birthday (January 3) I was compelled to make peace. I called him and apologized, and asked if he’d like to spend his birthday with me. He agreed and I made him dinner. He spent time with my children and we made up. I took him home. I talked to him one more time on the phone, then my aunt called me at the end of February (the 25) to tell me my father had a massive heart attack and died (he was 53).
I went through the motions of going to the hospital to identify his body and have it released to the funeral home. I was in a daze at his funeral services and burial. I also felt quite guilty for missing the last 2 years of his life out of pure stubbornness, because neither one of us was willing to admit that maybe we over reacted and apologize.
One day after being up all night crying and apologizing, I decided to go and take a nap. My husband and children were home. So I fall asleep, then I remember crying. I was dreaming (about what I can’t remember) and I knew it, I half awake and half asleep. Then I felt someone slide one hand beneath my head and with their other hand wipe the tears away. I remember instantly feeling calmer and I dozed off again. When I woke up (about 20 minutes later) I asked my husband if he or the children came in to comfort me. They all said they left me alone because they knew I was having trouble sleeping and I needed my rest.
So was it my father who comforted me or the voice I heard about a year before?
Sent in by Vonnie, Copyright 2011 TrueGhostTales.com