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Posted by Lori on 8/1/2005, 7:50 pm, in reply to "ghost stories"
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When I was 12, my grandma died and we moved into her house. It is over 100yrs old. From then until I was 18 I would see a tall slender man with combed back hair, his ears stuck out, and he had a suit on, in my bedroom doorway fat night. He was solid not transparent. My dad and brothers are shorter and heavier tahn this man. I saw his at Least 2 a week for 7yrs. And was woken repeatedly by voices calling my name. I also would feel a hand on my shoulder for many years but I would be alone or nobodyu was even close enough behind me to have done it. My mother and father had a small animal that would jump onto thier bed at night. On the night my mother was raped my father was already asleep at home and the small animal repeatedly jumped onto the bed keeping him awake. When he went to ask if my mother felt it acting hyper that night he discovered she wasnt there. The animal woke him up to help my mom. Once we woke up to find a 100lb dogfood container drug out of the garage and into the bathroom proping open the door. My mother woke up one morning to see a woman all white and transparent standing at the end of her bed. She was only a torso with a white blouse. She watch her for a whole moinute then walked out of the room. And then lately my mother was being bumped in the kitchen. Someone was walking around her in circles bumping her playfully. She finally said "That's enough." And it stoped 5min later she say a white haze go out of the kitchen. When I met my husband I never spoke of them until he finally started to see hazes go by the doorways. Once we had a wegi board and was speaking to a "good" ghost. We asked him if thier was any bad ones there and he said "at the window", as the sentence finished my moms dog ran to the window and barked fiercly! We were on the second floor. Another time at a freinds house we had the board again. I decided I was done playing with it and my friends and her mother was still tinkering. They were "talikng to their grandpa". The mother asked what he always called her(nickname)when she was little. I was on the bed and heard a man say "cupcake". Their was no men at the house that day. Since I have moved from my mothers house I do not see or hear them anymore, and it actually makes me sad. I miss them and I felt protected there.
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