Thank you to everyone who has participated so far in our 1st Annual Spook-A-Rama. It has been so much fun reading your stories and encounters. Midnight tonight is the deadline. Then we will let you judge the winner from our top 3 picks. If you are waiting to submit an entry, then don't procrastinate. Today is the day. Get your butts round the blog fire and read up if you haven't had the chance yet.
I wanted to share a lot more of my stories but taking care of my sick family has left me with little free time. I will just share a couple other things briefly and then put this Spook-A-Rama to bed because too many weird things are happening and I am getting too scared...I'm totally serious too.
While we lived in England my parents had a lovely, big, old house. It was such a nice house with a huge back yard. Just the kind of house every kid wants to grow up in right? WRONG!! That house had major ghosts in it. Many things happened there but as my Dad said here (very last comment) there were some VERY STRANGE things that went on. I heard footsteps all the time. A certain room had a horrible feeling to it. Every time I would walk past it I would have to run. We would hear things all the time and call cops out thinking there were burglars and nothing was out of place. One of our friends stayed in the house while we were gone and heard her name being called right by her ear...ahhhhh. Things would move on their own. It was such a creepy home. I got married and moved away thank goodness. And no, that is not the reason I got married. :)
Another experience I had was while we were on vacation is Tuscany. We were staying at this very old farmhouse in the farmhands quarters. It looked right out onto the vineyards. It was breathtaking during the day to see the views and beauty, and just as breathtaking at night.
My hubby was not with us. He had to be back to work one summer after we went to visit our parents in England. So we went on to Italy, and at night I was alone with my 5 and 3 year
Our room was on the other side of this large farm house from where my brother and parents were staying. It was dark and dimly lit throughout the house. We got the kids tucked in and then I went and washed my face and came back to the room where I noticed the enormous armoire doors were open. To open these armoires you had to turn the key and that is how it popped open. I know it was closed when I left and both kids were sleeping deeply. It was weird but I really didn't give it much thought. Well~ during the night I heard what sounded like a key turning and then pop, the door opened. I saw the door open slowly and then nothing. I couldn't get out of bed to go get anyone because that meant leaving my kids alone with what ever that was, and I couldn't scream for my family because I would wake the kids up, and they didn't need that after all the walking and sightseeing their little bodies were doing. I just laid there and tried to keep myself from crying. I eventually fell asleep and it never happened again. Thank goodness!
All of this ghost story telling has gotten me thinking a lot on this subject. I have realized that I seem to have a lot happen to me. I wonder, like someone said in my comments, if I am a ghost magnet. I don't know if that is it. It could be, but I think that perhaps I am just a little more sensitive to this stuff than others may be. While it is scary and frightening to have strange things like this happen to you, there is also a flip side. Now I have never died and then come back, so I can't tell you what happens after we die, but I can say that I don't believe that Heavenly Father is cruel and has spirits wandering the earth aimlessly. I can't explain what ghosts are, but I know there are good spirits too. Ones that help us and protect us. I have felt these good spirits as well. I have felt the presence of my Grandfather on many occasions. I have known without a shadow of a doubt he was there comforting me in times of sorrow. I think it would be sad to think that once you die all contact is lost. My point is, that while we may be spooked out and scared from the telling of these stories like I TOTALLY am, we need to remember that GOOD will always conquer the bad.