Just Passing Through
I used to live out in the country and we lived there several years with nothing happening. My life was and is still typical of most people in the USA today. The property is located at the bottom of a hill, but the area where the house is located is on top of a hill. The driveway was very steep and difficult to get up the driveway in inclement weather.
I used to work with mentally and physically handicapped adults in a classroom. There was one individual that had several handicaps and he took a liking to me. He had a surgery that ended up with complications and he passed away the next day. A few weeks after this I started noticing some sounds late at night when I was in the office. Didn‘t think anything about it because we lived in the country and there are lots of sounds that make no sense. One night I turned around when I was surfing the net and saw what looked like a see through floating white mass with long eyes and a droopy mouth. It was completely transparent, but floating right at the door, not moving. Needless to say it scared me a whole lot. Actually, I thought I had fallen asleep and had been dreaming. These occurrences started happening more and more as the weeks went by. I started talking to the ―ghost‖ and never got any reply or movement to me or away from me.After several weeks I kept racking my brain trying to figure out why I was seeing this image more and more. It finally hit me who I thought it was. It was the ethereal image of this man who had passed away.
One day in the classroom I was in charge of several weeks before his demise he walked up behind me and patted my back. It was like some creepy ripple spread over my body. I twisted around to see what or who it was and it was this individual. It sent goose bumps up and down my entire body. I think he actually had passed something to me by the pat on my back.
I kept talking to this image over the next several weeks and I told him he needed to go home. It seemed like he was waiting for me to recognize him and let him know it was ok to pass on to the other side. Finally he never came back again, but this is where the interesting part comes in.
A couple of weeks after this I started seeing a progression of images or ghosts going from my son‘s room on the north side of the house to my bedroom where the ex was sleeping.There were all kinds of images just walking through and not bothering anything but just moving through. There was this one that looked like a gypsy. The man was short and had a typical hat of the nineteenth century and a heavy wool suit. All these images were in grey tones, no color whatsoever. After this I never got too excited about them.
One night I got up to go to the bathroom and walked into the living room to get a drink. In a black chair we had there was this floating white cloud in the seat of the chair.
I know you are going to say it was a reflection from outside. It couldn‘t have been because we closed all the curtains so no one could look in after we went to bed.I walked over to it and put my hands around it. The orb was cold and clammy feeling. I was able to put my hands through it and it felt like a dense fog, but in the house. After this I could feel a distinct temperature difference around that chair. I never told anyone about it, not even my son or the ex. She never knew about it due to some medical problems that could have caused her lots of complications.
One evening my son came out of his room and walked down the hallway to the family room and stopped and stared at me for a couple of moments. Didn‘t know what was wrong. He said how did you get in here. I said I had been here for over an hour and hadn‘t moved. He said he saw me in the office sitting at the computer. I asked him if this was something he had seen before. He said he had seen lots of things but thought I would say he was seeing things.
I told him about the start of the ghost stories. He said there were several incidents also. We kept hearing bells in the family room after this and never could find them. By the way, we both hate bells so there were none in the house.
We had cans fall off the shelf in the pantry that were single stacked, not 2, 3 or 4 high. We had a little Yorkshire terrier that would go into the kitchen and just start growling and barking, then fear would set in. This happened time after time.
We lived there for several years and had no problems with evil spirits, but lots of different beings passing through like we were not there.A weird thing about having company over was they never came back inside the house. One of my son‘s friends came into the house and as soon as he walked in said what is wrong here. He had an uneasy feel as soon as he walked in. He came inside one other time and that was it. He would visit outside, but never in the garage or house after that.
The previous owners built the house 2 years before we bought it. When we bought it they were more than happy to move out. They moved within two weeks of the time we bought it. They built another house about a mile away very similar to that one, but on flat ground.
All my son and I could come up with for the reason there were ghosts in the house was where it was located. Remember when I first started this tome I told you the house was at the bottom of a hill, but up on top of a mound.
We think we were living on top of an Indian burial ground and the spirits were coming through me because of the man who touched my back and sent chills through my body. He knew he was not long for this world and gave me a part of him to help him pass on to get his much needed rest.A few months after the beginning of the passing of the ghosts we moved. Since that time neither my son nor I have seen another ghost. A person sees things out of the corner of their eyes, but nothing as real as the experiences that we had in that house.
From the time we moved in, to the time we left it was nothing more than a place to live. In other words, it was a house and not a home. It was a great location, but I knew there was something not right about the house from the time we first saw it. Now we know what was wrong with the house.the end.
I used to live out in the country and we lived there several years with nothing happening. My life was and is still typical of most people in the USA today. The property is located at the bottom of a hill, but the area where the house is located is on top of a hill. The driveway was very steep and difficult to get up the driveway in inclement weather.
I used to work with mentally and physically handicapped adults in a classroom. There was one individual that had several handicaps and he took a liking to me. He had a surgery that ended up with complications and he passed away the next day. A few weeks after this I started noticing some sounds late at night when I was in the office. Didn‘t think anything about it because we lived in the country and there are lots of sounds that make no sense. One night I turned around when I was surfing the net and saw what looked like a see through floating white mass with long eyes and a droopy mouth. It was completely transparent, but floating right at the door, not moving. Needless to say it scared me a whole lot. Actually, I thought I had fallen asleep and had been dreaming. These occurrences started happening more and more as the weeks went by. I started talking to the ―ghost‖ and never got any reply or movement to me or away from me.After several weeks I kept racking my brain trying to figure out why I was seeing this image more and more. It finally hit me who I thought it was. It was the ethereal image of this man who had passed away.
One day in the classroom I was in charge of several weeks before his demise he walked up behind me and patted my back. It was like some creepy ripple spread over my body. I twisted around to see what or who it was and it was this individual. It sent goose bumps up and down my entire body. I think he actually had passed something to me by the pat on my back.
I kept talking to this image over the next several weeks and I told him he needed to go home. It seemed like he was waiting for me to recognize him and let him know it was ok to pass on to the other side. Finally he never came back again, but this is where the interesting part comes in.
A couple of weeks after this I started seeing a progression of images or ghosts going from my son‘s room on the north side of the house to my bedroom where the ex was sleeping.There were all kinds of images just walking through and not bothering anything but just moving through. There was this one that looked like a gypsy. The man was short and had a typical hat of the nineteenth century and a heavy wool suit. All these images were in grey tones, no color whatsoever. After this I never got too excited about them.
One night I got up to go to the bathroom and walked into the living room to get a drink. In a black chair we had there was this floating white cloud in the seat of the chair.
I know you are going to say it was a reflection from outside. It couldn‘t have been because we closed all the curtains so no one could look in after we went to bed.I walked over to it and put my hands around it. The orb was cold and clammy feeling. I was able to put my hands through it and it felt like a dense fog, but in the house. After this I could feel a distinct temperature difference around that chair. I never told anyone about it, not even my son or the ex. She never knew about it due to some medical problems that could have caused her lots of complications.
One evening my son came out of his room and walked down the hallway to the family room and stopped and stared at me for a couple of moments. Didn‘t know what was wrong. He said how did you get in here. I said I had been here for over an hour and hadn‘t moved. He said he saw me in the office sitting at the computer. I asked him if this was something he had seen before. He said he had seen lots of things but thought I would say he was seeing things.
I told him about the start of the ghost stories. He said there were several incidents also. We kept hearing bells in the family room after this and never could find them. By the way, we both hate bells so there were none in the house.
We had cans fall off the shelf in the pantry that were single stacked, not 2, 3 or 4 high. We had a little Yorkshire terrier that would go into the kitchen and just start growling and barking, then fear would set in. This happened time after time.
We lived there for several years and had no problems with evil spirits, but lots of different beings passing through like we were not there.A weird thing about having company over was they never came back inside the house. One of my son‘s friends came into the house and as soon as he walked in said what is wrong here. He had an uneasy feel as soon as he walked in. He came inside one other time and that was it. He would visit outside, but never in the garage or house after that.
The previous owners built the house 2 years before we bought it. When we bought it they were more than happy to move out. They moved within two weeks of the time we bought it. They built another house about a mile away very similar to that one, but on flat ground.
All my son and I could come up with for the reason there were ghosts in the house was where it was located. Remember when I first started this tome I told you the house was at the bottom of a hill, but up on top of a mound.
We think we were living on top of an Indian burial ground and the spirits were coming through me because of the man who touched my back and sent chills through my body. He knew he was not long for this world and gave me a part of him to help him pass on to get his much needed rest.A few months after the beginning of the passing of the ghosts we moved. Since that time neither my son nor I have seen another ghost. A person sees things out of the corner of their eyes, but nothing as real as the experiences that we had in that house.
From the time we moved in, to the time we left it was nothing more than a place to live. In other words, it was a house and not a home. It was a great location, but I knew there was something not right about the house from the time we first saw it. Now we know what was wrong with the house.the end.
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