This Is Beth’s Family’s Story!
Beth’s grandmother’s chilling encounter with her deceased cousin still haunts her to this day. As she tells the story of her cousin’s bizarre visit, goosebumps rise on her arms. It was a normal day, with Beth’s mother and aunt out and the grandmother busy with chores. But when the doorbell rang, everything changed. The cousin appeared frantic, rushing through her words and refusing to answer the grandmother’s questions. Abruptly leaving, her sweater caught on a dining room chair, tearing a small piece of wool. Little did anyone know, that torn fragment would serve as a haunting reminder. Just moments after the cousin’s departure, the phone rang, delivering the heart-wrenching news of her accident and passing. Stunned, the grandmother returned to the dining room, only to find the piece of wool still lying there, a tangible link to the cousin who had just departed this world.
Let’s have another Real Ghost Story Encounter beyond the grave … We receive messages from family and friends all the time . . . It is all a matter of being receptive to hearing them . . .
Thought I’d Put Some Fur-Babies In Here Along With A House Among An Abundance Of Fall Leaves
Maryanne Has A Message From Beyond
While Maryanne was away on vacation, tragedy struck as her father passed away, leaving behind unanswered goodbyes. As time went on, peculiar occurrences plagued her siblings in relation to their father, but Maryanne remained untouched by these mysterious happenings. It wasn’t until a year later, when her mother ventured on her own vacation, leaving Maryanne to confront her fears and the enigmatic unknown.
She didn’t want to be alone at home, especially since her father had passed away in the house. The thought of him appearing would always give her the creeps. That’s why she made the decision to sleep over at a friend’s place. Every time she left, she made sure to close her bedroom door tightly. Maryanne would spend the night at her friend’s, attend school and work, and return home in the evening. But one day, when she arrived home, she noticed something odd—her bedroom door was wide open. Initially, she wondered if she hadn’t shut it properly before leaving. To be safe, she packed her clothes and made sure to firmly close the door before departing that night.
The next day, upon her return, the door stood ajar once again. She began questioning her sanity and promptly reached out to her mother, recounting the peculiar occurrence. Her mother speculated that the wind may have inadvertently caused the door to open or perhaps Maryanne believed she had secured it shut but had not. However, Maryanne dismissed the notion of wind-induced mischief as there were no windows nearby, and the nights had not been particularly gusty. Determined to unravel the mystery, on the third night prior to her visit to her girlfriend’s house, she firmly closed the bedroom door, exerting pressure against it to ensure its closure. She embarked on a series of attempts to pry open the door without grasping the knob, yet it remained steadfastly shut. This time, without a shadow of a doubt, Maryanne knew that the door had been thoroughly sealed.
As Maryanne pondered over the mysterious door-opening occurrences, a sense of curiosity tingled within her. Could it be her father’s spirit reaching out from beyond? The thought lingered, prompting her to question her actions. She realized her mother’s unawareness of her sleepover plans, a breach of her father’s wishes. After all, he always emphasized the comfort of her own bed. In that moment, Maryanne’s perception shifted, and she embraced the possibility that her father’s spirit was communicating a subtle reminder to stay true to his teachings. A gentle breeze of understanding swept through her, urging her to respect his legacy and find solace within the walls of her own home.
That night, as Maryanne chose to stay in her own bed, a small act of independence, the closed door spoke volumes. It symbolized her father’s silent message, gently urging her to embrace her own space. Since that night, the door remained closed, signaling the end of her sleepovers. Her father’s subtle gesture became a daily reminder that she had her own sanctuary to rest and dream in. She also learned she had nothing to fear.
I hope you enjoyed these two stories. It goes to show us that we are still loved and looked after.
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Sharon
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