Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

Let me start off by saying I am not overly sensitive to the paranormal, but a few experiences do stick out in my mind. It seems to have become more pronounced since I gave birth to my first child in 2001. She is extremely sensitive… to other people’s emotions, spirit presences, just strange vibes, I guess. She told me once (at the age of 4!) that when I was happy my colors changed. Was she talking about my aura? Hmmm…

The story I’m sharing here is my most recent experience, it happened maybe 2 weeks after my uncle passed away. He was a lifelong bachelor, kind of a loner and simple-minded. Not retarded, really, just a bit slow. He was never able to live alone so after my grandmother died, my aunt, his oldest sister, took him in. He was fine one day, not feeling well the next, in the ER the next, where it was discovered that he had cancer in literally every part of his body.

My aunt took him home, set him up with a hospital bed and hospice care every other day and since she was single too, I immediately dropped everything, packed my bags and moved in to help. Not much of a move,, not even a mile down the road, but I needed to be there for the night care while she slept and then we would switch off.

He needed constant watching, he would pull the oxygen out of his nose repeatedly and was coughing up thick phlegm so we had to rush to get him in a sitting position before he choked to death. He was on heavy painkillers but he always knew who I was and made sure to tell me he loved me and thanked me every day for caring for him. Not many people in my family could or would take on the responsibility, so he let me know I was appreciated.

For 2 weeks I camped out on a cot literally a foot away from his bed, and I stood at the foot of his bed at 2:20 in the afternoon, August 26th, and watched him take his last breath.

I felt relief in a way because he suffered so much, and I knew he was okay now because of the peaceful look on his face as I held his hand waiting for the funeral home to come get him.

Anyway, around 2-3 weeks later I was home, sleeping on the sofa because my boyfriend was sick in our bed and I didn’t want to disturb him. He had to get up at 6 am and go to work so I told him to wake me when he got up. The way I was laying on the sofa was my feet facing our picture window in the living room and at my head was the doorway to the hall.

I remember waking up, my eyes still closed, and stretching. I’m sure I wasn’t dreaming because when I stretched my arm brushed my dog on the back of the sofa and he licked me. Just then I heard my boyfriend’s footsteps coming up the hallway-distinctly heard it, because he is very heavy-footed and we have wooden floors. As he approached I threw my arms behind me over the arm of the sofa like I always do because he will grab my hands and kiss my palms. My eyes were still closed and I mumbled something like, is it 6 o’clock already?

No answer, but I knew he was back there, I can just tell when someone is that close in my personal space! Right then I opened my eyes, and exactly at the same moment I felt two hands cupping the top of my head instead of my hands like my boyfriend would do. I was even more shocked when I sat up and realized it was 4:30 am and my boyfriend was soundly snoring in the bed!

The only thing that keeps me from chalking it up to a vivid dream was the fact that as I sat there in puzzlement, my dog was trembling and giving the stink-eye towards the hallway…I wonder what he saw? My uncle, maybe, saying thanks one last time?

Sent in by missmarina, Copyright 2010 TrueGhostTales.com