Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

This will be my first post here though I’ve been reading stories here for a while. I’m kind of on the fence about ghosts and such… part of me wants to believe in the paranormal because of things I’ve experienced but part of me doesn’t. Anyway… I’m rambling pointlessly.

I’ll start with a little back ground. I never knew my biological father. He left before I was even one because he thought I would be better off without him. He was very wrong about that, don’t get me wrong, my life was great after my grandparents adopted me. But the first three years of my life was filled with neglect and abuse both physically and sexually. My biological father passed away at the age of 33 while I was in sixth grade.

No fast forward. I’m all grown up and finally move out of my grandparents house. My grandparents, who were mom and dad for as long as I can remember, were not happy about this. Only because I have met my now husband online. And to them anyone online was only there for one thing. It was rough moving out to be with my husband after being raised Pentecostal.

It was probably about a month after we got our first apartment. We went to bed one night as usual. At some point during the night I had a dream. In my dream there was a knock at our door. I answered and it was my biological father. He was dressed as he was in all the photos I have of him. I, of course, invited him in. We sat and talked for what seemed like hours. I never understood a word of what was said between us but I got the feeling he was kind of blessing the relationship I was in. Like he was telling me as long as I’m happy don’t worry about what others think.

Once he stood to leave and we said our goodbyes he walked into what should have been our bedroom and disappeared. When I woke up the next morning the photo of him I had hanging on the wall on my side of the bed was crooked. I had to smile a little as I straightened it up. A couple months later, after getting to know some family on his side and finding out where he was buried my husband and I put a small wooden cross up. We took a couple photos of the headstone as well. We got the roll developed there was a rainbow going through the cross we had put up. The sun, however, was on the opposite side.

I’ve had a few other things happen not involving my biological dad but those are for another post if anyone cares to read more. I apologize if this is hard to follow at all and will gladly clarify if needed. I have problems getting my thoughts straight at times.

Sent in by Christine Osborn, Copyright 2010