
Here is a story submitted by Obilon, a fellow blogger.
It was the 1970s (as if that were not spooky enough) and my parents were divorced. My mother had some single friends that were like a second family to me, and we spent a lot of time with them. "Mary" was one of my mother's closest friends.


Things were going well with Mary and Gary. However he had been harboring a secret life. He was a criminal. One night Mary got a the worst phone call of her life - Gary had died. He had robbed a local store at gunpoint and was shot by the police. He died that night. Mary was completely devastated.
A few weeks later, my mother and Mary were at Gary's apartment getting some things that she wanted and some of her belongings. The entire time they carried boxes from the apartment, a little white bird sat not too far away perched on the building, watching them intently. The bird just sat there watching them like a tennis spectator as they went in and out of the house. They tried to shoo the bird away but it refused to go.

It's stubborness convinced Mary the bird was Gary visiting her one last time.
It doesn't stop there. Not long after Gary's death, I was walking down the hallway to my bedroom, and I was looking at myself in the full-length mirror at the end of the hall. Suddenly my vision got very blurry and a misty white glow appeared between myself and the mirror, clouding my view. It was oval shaped and had a "vibration" to it. I stood frozen in fear, and I dared not move until the mist disappeared. I was pretty frightened immediately afterwards, but then I thought that maybe it had been Gary's spirit.

I think that Gary, despite his criminal life, was in essence a good person. Perhaps he was visiting me to say one last goodbye or just checking in to see if I was OK.
I very rarely think of my experience even when other people tell their ghost stories, since it was so long ago. I don't ever offer that experience up. Something made me think to write that down and share it.
14 comments:
I wonder if I should worry that these stories are beginning to scare me less and less. This has been a great series of posts. And congratulations on your 10,000 page hit. Way to go buddy!
Good story!
I love the way your illustrate the stories with those images. The seagull poster is a nice touch and it gave me a chill because it is close to the actual poster.
I agree with raj that this has been a great series of posts so far.
I never really think of that one incident as actual proof that ghosts exist. I remain firmly a skeptic but when you have a strong experience such as that, even as a young child, it plants just the slightest seed of doubt.
That is why I retain my religious leanings despite being 100% firmly scientific minded on most other things.
OOO I love ghost stories ^_^ this was a good one....
thank you for sharing. And I agree with "obilonkenobi", I love how you use little pictures in your blog that go with your story!
Whoa. That last picture is cool. It's like a smokey ghost.
Good post!
Kel
Wow that was an amazing story, whomever told it. Can't wait for more!! :-)
I hope I'm remembering this right ...
My uncle, by marriage, was in bed one night when some of the lights in the house came on for no apparent reason.
As it happens, his father had passed that night. He thinks it was his father saying 'goodbye.'
In other news ... my Phoenix glow-in-the-dark green shirt arrived. Sweet.
That last picture weirded me out a little.
I do like that last picture but in a way it reminds me of my college days.
My grandfather passed in May on a friday. On Sunday am, my daughter woke up giggling in her crib (she was 2 at the time) and I went in to settle her down. As I was on my way out of the room, her leapfrog table (that was smooshed in the corner and hadnt been used in a long time) went off. Specifically the keyboard, where it announces the colors in a sing-song voice. When it says "Yellow" in a sing song voice, it sounds a LOT like "hello". This table has never done that before, or since. It did it to my husband that same morning a few hours later.
I beleive it was him saying he was OK and that we should be happy for him (he was in advanced stages of alzheimers).
Whoa...jennifer, that is an interesting story. Skeptics can say it's out of your need to believe, to connect. And objectivity is impossible.
But I think you have to have something like that happen to you to understand...it's a knowing - down to your bones. Even a big time skeptic can keep their doubting minds active during such an experience, but still...they can't ignore that feeling.
I believe in those last good byes. My uncle said his last goodbye to my nephew this weekend. It was quite surreal (I wrote about it in my blog).
As for skepticism, I agree with Phoenix, it's easy to stand back and say that you attribute certain coincidences to supernatural causes and that the number of times that things happen that don't coincide in a way to form a "supernatural" event are more than not, in the end it's a personal feeling that you also attribute to the experience, just like my story. Sure the bird and the misty cloud can be coincidences or active imaginations of those who are too young to know better and people who desperately want to believe but personally I feel "something" happened. I'm not saying what but it's too string a feeling to ignore completely. I don't live my life looking for those events but when they happen they give me pause.
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