Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

I have had paranormal experiences for as long as I can remember. On and off since I was three years old I have been menaced by a large black shadow creature. I have experienced sleep paralysis from 12 years old until after sometime around 1983.

My sister and I heard ghostly footsteps in the middle of the night only during the summer time for years. It was a woman walking up and down in front of our house in high heels – we always got the impression she was waiting for someone/something. She just walked up and down, up and down the sidewalk. One night we got the courage to look outside, we could still hear the clicking of her heels on the concrete walk, but there was no one there! One night my sister had a girlfriend stay over – and silly us decided to have a séance. We must have disturbed this woman’s spirit because we felt fear and anger. We got scared out of our wits and said a prayer for protection. From that day to this no one has heard the footsteps.

There is/was a spot in my parents house (the den) where my sister could talk in a low voice and I could hear everything she said while standing in our bedroom in the center of the floor. Our room was on the front side of the house, the den was really in the back, (faced the back yard). Yet we were able to talk to each other and carry on a conversation with no problems.

At 18 yrs of age I was visited by (an angel?) and told how I could live my life, choose a career, and get everything I wanted; it was all mapped out for me. For too many reasons to go into, I didn’t get to do it. I have had dreams and “visions” where I knew what would happen in the near future, i.e. my brothers motorcycle wreck, the split between my Mother and her first cousin (they grew up as brother and sister but after my prediction (which came true)) they never spoke again.

When my son died my husband said I woke up and told him that something wasn’t right – it turned out to be within a half hour of his passing. During the first year he was gone I dreamed that I was sitting at my Paternal Grandmother’s kitchen table, with my Maternal Grandmother and one of Maternal Aunts (all deceased) we were each doing “hand work” (a big thing in my family) when my Paternal Grandmother said that my Grandfather would be home soon. We all cleared off the kitchen table (where we had been working) and each began to fix our favorite food. While bending over a bushel basket picking out potatoes I began to cry and my Paternal Grandmother told me that it was alright to cry that even Mary cried when Jesus was crucified.

There was the time in Germany when I was alone in my apartment and I was awakened by pure evil and feared for my life. There was something or someone on my balcony moving around. It tried to raise the metal shutter in front of the picture window and door to the balcony and couldn’t do it and I felt like it was willing me to open it for him/her – I prayed for protection and it finally went away.

Then in 2003 I broke. I lost my son in 2000, and my Mother had been diagnosed with incurable, inoperable Cancer. Before I realized what I was really doing I took a bottle of pills, they would have done the job if my husband had not taken me to the hospital and had my stomach pumped – it was a close call. While in ICU recovering from that stupid mistake my Maternal Grandmother and her two oldest daughters (my favorite aunts) appeared at the foot of my bed. My Grandmother expressed disappointment, etc. One aunt gave me a pep-talk, the last one asked me a question (too personal to share) and I got angry and blurted out “What the hell does that have to do with anything?” They were shocked and immediately disappeared. My son comes to me and gives me “butterfly” kisses on my checks, my Mom comes to me and I smell flowers. My Dad came to my Husband (before he died) and was his companion for the last month of his life – my husband knew when he was there because he smelled cigarette smoke (I couldn’t smell it). After my husband died strange things would happen like the toilet flushing when no one was in the bathroom. I heard from two eyewitnesses that when my Dad’s favorite uncle passed away, his wife thought he was unconscious (sp?) (per the nurse) when he suddenly sat up and said R***** E*** what are you doing here?

Well that is everything up to today. I’m sorry this is so long – everything just came tumbling out when I read the comments attached to this site. This is the first time I have ever told anyone the whole story all at once. I did it because I know you all won’t laugh at me and will give me comments that will help and or assure me. I do believe in the paranormal and the Philadelphia Experiment, etc. There is just too much in my past for me not to believe. Please leave comments; good, bad, indifferent. Thanks, Robbie
 
Written by Robbie Scifres, Copyright 2009