Sometimes, they come back....
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Whoami | Friday, March 22, 2002 - 10:05 pm     Man, I don't know if this is neat, or creepy. We had a cat several years ago (she died about 6 years ago) who loved to sleep in freshly laundered clothes. If you brought up a basket of fresh laundry and set it down for five minutes, it was guaranteed you would turn around and she would be in it! Or, if you folded clothes and left the folded pile for any length of time, she'd be right there. Last week, I did some laundry for my mom. She didn't want to put the clothes away yet, so I carefully laid them out on the bed in the spare room, smoothing them out so as not to wrinkle. Then, I closed the door and left the room (the door is always closed). Tonight, I went into the room for something, and smack dab in the center of those "smoothed out" clothes is a very deep, kittie shaped/sized imprint!! Man, that gave me the chills for sure! Although I do find it kinda neat that maybe she came back to visit and took a nap on the laundry for old times sake!  |
Lobster | Friday, March 22, 2002 - 10:50 pm     Whoami, I'd have to go with neat and creepy. Gave me chills. |
Moondance | Saturday, March 23, 2002 - 07:27 am     I LOVE it! Just a nice reminder of the wonderful soul you once had in your life as a kitty |
Weinermr | Saturday, March 23, 2002 - 07:35 am     I don't think it's creepy Whoami, I think it's very cool. Our cat does the same thing. If there is a pile of laundry she will find it and burrow into it to be comfy. Your friend came to visit you and let you know she was happy and she missed you. |
Tksoard | Saturday, March 23, 2002 - 07:35 am     Oh Whoami, I would have cried!! Were there little cat hairs on it too? Your mom doesn't have a cat that was locked in the room? Or an open window for a neighbor cat to come in? I dream about my cats that are gone now, but never saw their prints. I'd love to, though!!  |
Fruitbat | Saturday, March 23, 2002 - 09:19 am     Oh, oh, oh, that is so cool. |
Buttercup | Saturday, March 23, 2002 - 11:27 am     Wow... Neat! |
Neko | Saturday, March 23, 2002 - 12:29 pm     Oops. Double Post. |
Neko | Saturday, March 23, 2002 - 12:29 pm     It's sooooo...freaky! |
Urgrace | Saturday, March 23, 2002 - 01:26 pm     very cool! |
Sunshinemiss | Saturday, March 23, 2002 - 02:21 pm     Creepy, but in a nice way... |
Magikearth | Saturday, March 23, 2002 - 02:48 pm     Whoami,I really believe that she is still with you somehow..just not in a physical sense. She's with you in Soul and Spirit because she loves you so..and her passing away doesn't change that. Thanks for sharing this with us!
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Willsfan | Saturday, March 23, 2002 - 04:03 pm     It's creepy. I have had 3 pets to die in this house over a period of 23 years and two people (in my family) died of cancer in the west bedroom. Before we moved here an elderly couple both died and the house was sold by their children. I think they took the man to the hospital shortly before his death but the old lady slipped and fell in the shower resulting in her death. Shortly after we moved in the drain seemed sluggish so I took a screwdriver and removed the 2 screws on the drain in the shower and there was still white hair in there. I am terribly uncomfortable whenever I use that shower so for the past several years I have taken baths...in another bathroom. My house is known throughout the neighborhood as the house of shadows. I'm not sure who first called it that but it lives up to its name. It's true that because we live under a hill certain lighting conditions and seasons cause the windows and the interior hallways to cast human like shadows. My family has grown used to these peculiar movements that occur even during the nighttime hours. What catches me off-guard is when I'm in bed and I feel something jump up on the foot of the bed. There are always 2 imprints not 4 like a dog. I hate this, cause I always raise up to look and I'm afraid one night I'll actually see something. |
Car54 | Saturday, March 23, 2002 - 04:11 pm     ok, NOW I am creeped. |
Spygirl | Saturday, March 23, 2002 - 05:04 pm     Okay -- me too |
Lobster | Saturday, March 23, 2002 - 05:12 pm     I'm creeped, too, but I love this stuff! Anyone else out there had any ghost experiences? |
Twiggyish | Saturday, March 23, 2002 - 05:29 pm     I wrote about my dog one time in the synchonicity thread..but will repeat here. We used to have a dog named Sandy, who was very loving. She loved to follow us from room to room and lay her head on our feet if we sat. One night, when she was a puppy, we left her on the patio. It was a warm night and she had all her toys there. Sometime in the middle of the night, my husband said something like ..What's that.. (something similar). I sat up, because something felt like it got up from my feet and jumped off the bed. I looked as it moved, and there was a black shadowy thing. My husband and I searched the house and there was no dog. Sandy was still on the patio curled up asleep. The door was locked. It's funny because we both saw it. My husband is a very cynical and logical person and he could not explain it. |
Meme9 | Saturday, March 23, 2002 - 05:32 pm     I just got Goose Bumps all over!!! |
Tksoard | Saturday, March 23, 2002 - 05:45 pm     Twiggy, I like that kind of spooky story, cause no one or thing had to die to make it scary. Thanks for the sweet story.  |
Whoami | Sunday, March 24, 2002 - 12:06 am     I do think it was a bit creepy at first, but It did give me a nice warm-fuzzy feeling to know Sandrat was sleeping on the laundry again. I'll have to take a picture of it before we take the clothes up! No, there were no cat hairs on it! I guess ghost cats don't shed? And, no, there is absolutly no way an animal could have gotten into that room (open window, etc). Willsfan and Twiggy. Creepy and cool stories respectively!! You reminded me of another ghost story (a bit of background coming up). My two older sisters had a different dad than I did. Mom divorced thier father, then later met and married my father. Their father never bothered to be in their lives, the same goes for my dad once he and Mom divorced. Anyway, several years ago, we were all on the phone together. One sister, who lives in WY was visiting, and all of us were on various phone extensions. We were on the phone with the other sister who lives in San Diego. WY Sis mentions, "I had the wierdest dream/experience the other night. I was in bed, then I felt a presence. I looked at the end of my bed, and there was a man standing at the foot of my bed. He just stood there with a sad look on his face." San Diego Sis says, "You're kidding. Was that Tuesday night?" WY Sis, "yesss, why?" San Diego Sis, "cause I had the same dream!" I suggested that maybe their father had died, and was visiting his long lost daughters on the way to the other side, perhaps regretting his absence over the years. Several years later, San Diego Sis was doing a search (on the Internet) and thought maybe she had found him, but never bothered to follow up to see if the name she found was the same man. If it was, perhaps he had been thinking of them that night, and astral projected himself to their locations (much like Twiggy's dog). If so, I wonder if he knew where he went, or if he thought it was a dream, or if he knew who he was looking at? |
Riviere | Sunday, March 24, 2002 - 01:05 am     Very interesting stuff!!! Years ago I rented the upper floor & attic of an old house. The attic was basically one huge room with a partition, my 4 yr old son slept in the front area and my bed was way at the back wall. I often had the feeling I was being watched, just a presence but nothing too spooky.. One morning my son asked who the witch was? She had sat on his bed and covered him up which woke him, but she was a good witch and he wasn't scared, only curious. I chalked it up to a dream and later laughed about it to my landlord who lived downstairs.. He got real quiet, and he finally said, they would have warned me the place was haunted but didn't want to scare me off! The house had been in the family for generations and the 'witch' my son saw was just Grandma Brundage, who had died in the attic. Over the years all of the small kids who slept there reported nighttime visits from her, so my son really did see a ghost! She never was seen by adults, only felt, and on rare occasions heard.. I was paying my rent once and the landlord & I were the only living things in the whole house, sitting in his living room below what was the wooden attic floor. If I had been skeptical of Grandma Brundage what happened next made me a firm believer in otherworld energy, because I heard footsteps up there, starting from the door, all the 26 feet to my bed, and then back out to what was my living room! Just like a real person in hardsoled shoes was up there walking.. I was still staring at the ceiling like a dolt and my landlord said, yep, that's her, you get used to it.. A year later I married his son, and he grew up in that house, confirmed that when he was small Grandma Brundage watched over him and made visits to him once in awhile. Grandma Brundage had been his greatgreatgrandmother, he'd only seen her in pictures, and her spiritual essence looked exactly the same. An elderly whitehaired woman in a long dark dress, to a child she might resemble a witch but not malevolent in any way, she was more of a comforting presence. If she was able to pull up bed covers and make her footsteps heard that way I'm sure glad she was a friendly ghost.. |
Buttercup | Sunday, March 24, 2002 - 09:02 am     Okay, my story isn't as interesting, but spooky to me nevertheless. I woke up this morning to a radio playing music. I looked at the time and knew I hadn't set my radio alarm for two reasons: 1. There was no need for me to get up early today 2. The time it went off was too odd (9:10). Anyway, I reached over to turn off, but the radio playing wasn't my alarm clock! My stereo isn't set up or plugged in, and the only other radio I have is a portable one that sits on the kitchen counter. In order to turn this on I have to push a stubborn button to the side--the button is on top of the radio. I had been up a couple of hours earlier in the morning and it wasn't on then. Phil, the cat, was sound asleep at the foot of my bed so it wasn't him either--besides, he couldn't have gotten up to where the radio is and it would have been impossible for him to push the button. Anyway, my doors were locked and nothing else seem to have been moved. This could of course have been an electrical glitch, but I had to physically push the button in order to turn the radio off.... Just very spooky to me is all... I'm just sayin'
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Merlin | Sunday, March 24, 2002 - 09:47 am     Buttercup, are you sure this wasn't a dream you had? I would suspect there may have been someone in a boat outside your window on the bayou fishing this morning with the stereo cranked up before I could see you waking up that early on a Sunday morning. I'm just saying.......
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Juju2bigdog | Sunday, March 24, 2002 - 10:18 am     It was Phil. Merlin taught him some new tricks when he was staying with Merlin.
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Buttercup | Sunday, March 24, 2002 - 10:46 am     Either way I didn't like it! My bu** got cold when I had to get up and turn it off
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Juju2bigdog | Sunday, March 24, 2002 - 12:08 pm     Your bupp got cold?
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Merlin | Sunday, March 24, 2002 - 12:17 pm     very clever juju....I am not about to try to touch that one
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Urgrace | Sunday, March 24, 2002 - 04:20 pm     OMG I just read this and have deja vous. My kids and I were staying in a cabin by the lake. Two bedrooms and a great room. One night I was in bed reading when the neighbor's dog came over to my cabin barking crazily right beneath my bedroom window. The dog ran around the cabin twice barking then went back to his stoop and got quiet. A little while later I got sleepy, turned off the light, and snuggled down in the bed. Just as I was dozing off I felt my cat jump up on the bed and lie down beside me. I reached to touch her, but... nothing. I turned on the light and looked and there was an imprint, so I figured out my cat just didn't stay. I got up and looked for her, and she was sound asleep in the chair across the great room. A few days later there was a whimpering in the bedroom. I looked all over for what could cause the noise - inside and out - and never found anything. We moved to a large two story a few months later, and one day while I was home alone I heard the heavy furniture being moved across the wood floors upstairs. It was LOUD. I went to investigate, but everything was exactly where it belonged. A few minutes later it happened again. I called my hubby at work, and he could hear the noise over the phone! I decided that "Harry" [the name the children gave him after he had visited us several more times] could have the house and left for a while. He moved in and out of the house, and we could see the doors open and shut. Upon investigation the doors were locked. He also threw a pile of dirt on a just swept floor one time. We found out the near 100 year old house had belonged to a doctor and several patients plus his wife had died in the house. |
Whoami | Sunday, March 24, 2002 - 10:42 pm     My mom used to work at The Denver Botanic Gardens, which was built on top of an old cemetary. Supposedly, the gravesites were relocated. However, many were missed. There were many times where someone from the grounds crew was digging, and turned up a coffin. Inside, there were many strange happenings. The security guards told of walking down the hallway (in the upstairs offices), making sure each door was shut and locked, only to make another round a little later, finding every door standing wide open. My mom worked in one of the greenhouses. She would coil up her hoses and hang them up each night before she left, and find them tossed to the floor the next morning. They were special "no kink" hoses, yet they kinked regularly. Mom would be watering, the hose would kink, she'd look back and say, "ok, knock it off!" And the hose would unkink! These poltergiests seemed mostly to have fun just messing with people, rather than being sinister (though they would have every right to be angry to have thier resting place disturbed). I have a poltergeist follow me around and knock things out of my hands all the time. I'll be holding something, and it just gets knocked to the ground. I take it for a time or two, then tell him to "just go away and leave me alone!" He usually lets it rest for a while, but he's never gone for long. I tell him, "just wait till I get to the other side fella, I'm gonna be looking you up!"  |
Dahli | Monday, March 25, 2002 - 05:43 pm     My mom and her sweet puppy dog were inseparable, but last summer, because that pup was so old and sick and in great pain, (almost twenty) it was decided she be put to sleep.... for years that dog loved to shower in the little bathroom off of mom's bedroom, an older style shower quite small and cramped and metal. After she was gone, mom said many times throughout the first few days and nights, she could hear the old dog rattling around against the sides, and her nails scratching on the floor of the stall just as it sounded when she used to want her shower After getting up to check when hearing this or seeing the curtain move - but nothing there it would bring her to tears, after a while she found it kind of comforting. It has now stopped but it;s amazing to think their spirits too could be around us after they pass. |
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