Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

Jeannette, our company president, was extremely dedicated to making the company profitable while keeping the employees happy. Unfortunately she died of cancer. About two months after her death, another employee and I were sitting in my office shooting the breeze when my phone rang. I answered and it was someone asking for Jeannette. I explained that she had died, and just as I hung up the phone, a garbled voice came from outside my door – “Sandy.” The other employee and I both heard it, and she got up to leave. I immediately walked her to my door, and when we looked out nobody was there. My instincts tell me it was Jeannette.

Our family lived in Cincinnati for three generations. However, upon reaching adulthood, I moved to San Diego and my brother, Barry, moved to Minnesota. My parents never left southern Ohio on vacation their entire lives (dad was in the Navy, but that certainly wasn’t a vacation).

About two months after mom died, my alarm clock went off one morning and as I was getting out of bed, a loud, gravelly, hoarse voice came from near the ceiling across from the foot of my bed – “Sandy.” I stopped to think, even though I couldn’t tell if it was male or female, well, it must be mom. She finally got to visit someplace other than Cincinnati! Shame it had to be after she died. I said, “Mom, thanks for visiting, but you don’t need to stay here. I can look after myself. You can move on.”

About two months later, again upon getting out of bed one morning, the same gravelly, hoarse voice near the ceiling said “Barry.”  I was stunned. I said, “Mom, you got the wrong house – Barry lives in Minnesota!” I was never able to figure out why mom came back to say my brother’s name to me because he also experiences paranormal things, so a visit from her wouldn’t have been unusual.

Sent in by Sandy Fuersich, Copyright 2010