Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

My previous story was about an entity named Tyler, and all the scary, nightmarish things he was putting me through.  The footsteps on the roof are back and he’s definitely still with me, I feel his presence.  I’ve finally discovered who Tyler is…

The same things still happen: the footsteps, the whispering, and things still disappear and show back up later.  The difference is, I’m not afraid anymore. The truth is the thought of Tyler being gone never felt right, he’s a part of me, even as scared as I was I found a strange comfort in his presence. I never understood it until now.

I was getting desperate for answers, so desperate I was going to use a Ouija board, even after all the stories I’ve read on this site, but I didn’t.  I went to a hookah bar with a group of friends a few weeks ago.  There was a guy there reading tarot cards for people, one of my friends tried it and came back telling us we should try it.  I was thinking it was probably a scam, and he’ll probably just tell us some crap about love being in our future.  I decided I didn’t have anything to lose, except a few bucks, so I did it.  The first reading was the general stuff I expected, suspicions confirmed, right? WRONG!  Some of my other friends started trying it and there was no way he could have known the stuff he was telling them.

I paid a little extra money to get a more detailed reading, and I began telling him about Tyler, he held his hand up for me to stop and said “the less you tell me the better.”  He then told me to cut or shuffle the deck and ask the question in my mind as I did so. So I did, I asked: who is Tyler and what does he want from me? Then I split the deck.

He laid the cards out, and right away he told me I didn’t have anything to fear.  He paused and then told me it’s a family member, someone who loves me very much, and at that moment two people popped up in my mind: my aunt and my grandfather.  He then said they’ve been with me since they passed away, and that they’ve been dead for approximately 13 years…

My grandfather has been dead going on 12 years this year. Tyler is no longer known as Tyler, he’s my grandpa Ira.  My grandpa was the type of person that loved to scare the crap out of people, so it all makes sense.  There was a part of me that knew I loved Tyler before I even knew his true identity.  I guess souls never do forget one another.  Still it makes me sad that he hasn’t moved on, but I’m also glad and comforted that my grandpa is my guardian angel.

By Rosie Vinson, Copyright 2010