The Ghost Lady

One night, I heard something banging at the back door. I was scared. So, I went in my parent's room to tell them what I heard. My dad went to the back door and opened it. When he opened it we both saw a lady. We didn't know who it was, so we started screaming, all of a sudden it disappeared. We went to tell my Mom about it, but she said she didn't really believe us.

The next night my Mom was woken up by light. She opened her eyes and saw a lady with a yellow gown on. She started screaming and woke up my dad. When he looked over at the window nothing was there. In a couple of months we moved away, I was glad and we never went to that house again. The people that moved in it after us told us it was haunted by a ghost. We told her she wouldn't mean any harm.

              The Dog Story - A story of Love

One night in early January I got up to use the bath room and I heard a voice that very clearly said that my dog was dead, and some one had shot in him and that I should not go out or I would get shot too. But I just shook the voice off and tried to open the door. I couldn't because I felt a heavy breathing that very much smelt like my grandfather and a touch that felt of coldness so I slowly turned around and I saw my poppy. I was so terrified that I screamed and went to the phone. There was no dial tone. The phone was disconnected. So I turned around and said to him, is that you poppy? He said
clear as a bell, "yes and a puppy will show up tomorrow and the puppy will be yours and you don't have to worry about Ranger I took him with me." I turned around and he said don't be afraid I wont hurt you. Tell the family I love them and from that day on his spirit never left. I see books move and the car drive itself and jewelry constantly appears out of nowhere and that is how I know that love never dies.

The next day a puppy showed up I named her angel for that is what brought her here and Ranger was gone to so I know I wasn't dreaming...because love never dies.

                                           The Gift

Last May, on Mother's Day, my dad and I gave his girlfriend a mug that had a picture of a woman drinking the dew out of a red rose. Strangely, this woman on the mug looked just like my dad's girlfriend. Her response to this gift was laughter! She was so happy that we gave her this present but wanted to know how we knew about her drinking the dew. We said we got her the mug because it was pretty, not because we knew any thing about her drinking dew.

She told us that years ago, when she was living in Germany, she woke up on a beautiful day and had snuck out into her neighbor's garden and had drunken dew off of red roses. So later, when she was drinking from it, I suggested that she look on the bottom of the mug and see where it was made.

After she lifted this mug over her head to see where it was made, the mug was thrown from her sturdy hands and smashed silently upon our living room rug. Everyone fell silent. She began trembling and gradually, she was violently shaking. Then she said that spirits were in our house and they weren't happy. I stayed froze to the couch, where in front of me I had just witnessed these strange events, while my father and his girlfriend had left the room so they could get things to clean up the mess.

While I was alone, I saw a woman walk in and pull up the rug and sit where the mug broke. She then slowly turned her head to look at me, not even four feet away from her, and madly pointed at me. I went into shock, (then only being twelve years old) and began crying and shaking, frightened to leave my 'safe'' couch. Startled, my dad and his girlfriend came running in, and tried to calm me down. Minutes later, I announced I was sleeping on the couch. Then, I rose and marched into my bedroom, to get my cross that had Jesus on it, given to me by my great grandmother, who died when I was four years old and ran back to the couch. When I laid down, I raised the cross in the air and said "YOU LEAVE THIS FAMILY ALONE, YA HEAR ME? LISTEN UP, I HAVE ANOTHER FAMILY ON THE OTHER SIDE, SO GO AWAY!" if I had known the future trouble I'd have, I wouldn't have said that to her.

The next morning, when I awoke, my dad was asking me if I was alright ,and I said that I was fine. He waited for me to get up and go have breakfast! But when I stood up and began walking over the rug, I wasn't fine. While walking over the rug, I "slipped" on it and then was "shoved" to the floor. My dad looked at me and said that people don't slip on rugs when they are wearing socks. Throughout the day, every where I walked, there was something behind me, following me every where I went. Sometimes, it still does...