The Letter

I can't explain what I saw that night. I was driving on the road and something urged me to stop at this old abandoned house just to be a little dare devil. I was with my husband and we stopped. Then we just sat out in the car just for a minute as if I new something wanted me to stay, but I did not
now who.

So I sat there and all of a sudden there was a glow in the window. I was scared but I still looked closer and there was a man there holding a candle. Then there was something like a book thrown at the car when I started to get out. The light went out. I drove off and later was told that it was my grandfathers house and they found a letter that they have never noticed on the shelf. Tthe house was left to me in his will.

It was close to Christmas and I strongly believe that it was His feelings they were so strong; he wanted to see me for the first time. The next day I went back and I found a letter saying I only wish I was alive to see you as a granddaughter and you see me as a grandfather. I felt as if someone was there and I said "I see you as my grandfather."

I went my car. Now I don't know if it was a dream or not. But I own that house somehow!

My Great Aunt

I am 21 years old and live in New Brunswick, Canada. Two years ago my great aunt died of bone cancer. She had been diagnosed 5 years before, and the doctors had estimated that she did not have more than 2 years left to her life. Yet she held on for those 5 years helped by chemotherapy & regular visits to her doctor. Her condition only worsened during the last 2 or 3 months of her life, when she spent the rest of her time at the hospital, basically waiting for her time to come.

She and I had always had a special bond with each other. When I was little she baby-sat me while my parents worked. I always went to her with my problems. She was my favorite aunt. She only had one biological child, my cousin Lisa, but we always regarded each other like "mother-daughter". We were very close that way. During the last 2 months while she was in the hospital, I would always stop by to visit her after I got off work (I lived close by to the hospital) and I would take her out to the smoking section where we would share a cigarette & talk.

Needless to say, when she died I was devastated. I didn't know how to feel, what to say or how to even grasp the fact that she was gone. This was really the first time I've ever had to deal with the reality of loved ones dying. I was never really certain as to what I believed about the afterlife. Whether there was a Heaven or Hell, if we get reincarnated or if there was just an end, nothing else.

I thought about my aunt a lot during the months after her death. I could not even sit in her favorite chair without feeling her presence there. But what really convinced me that there IS an after life happened one night when I was at my boyfriends house.

I was fast asleep when I suddenly woke up and looked at the doorway to see a white, cloudy figure looming. It didn't have any distinctive figure, but I just KNEW that it was my aunt, Bernadette. At first I thought I was dreaming...so I sat up in the bed. I was VERY awake & the figure was still there. I knew that it was her. I had never seen a ghost before, so naturally I was terrified & froze. I remember talking to her in my mind, saying "Please don't be mad at me, but don't come any closer. I'm not ready to see something like this. Please understand. Please don't be angry." I kept saying this in my mind over and over again, my whole body felt like pins and needles and my head was just swimming over the whole experience. I felt a sudden rush of warmth, and I knew that she understood and that she wasn't mad. She just wanted me to know that she was all right and that I didn't have to be afraid of her never being there for me anymore.

To this day I can still feel her presence in key places, such as in the room she slept in while she was staying with my parents right before she went to the hospital and her favorite chair in the den where she would go to have her cigarettes. Sometimes when I am visiting my parents I'll go into the den alone, sit in her chair and have a cigarette. Kind of like I'm spending time with her like when she was alive. I remember how she would tell me that she loved me...The words and her voice are so clear in my head sometimes that it's almost as if I'm actually hearing them. It's good to know that somewhere out there...she still lives.

Sad Day

Well, it all stared in 1938 I think. Well, anyway a group of kids from the old school across from my house use to come over and play up on the big sand hill (were my house is now). One day a little girl (I don't remember her name) was digging by a big hole the bulldozer had made a few days earlier.

She had been digging by her self for a few hours. The other kids that she had been playing with had left to go up to the water tour that was across from the hill, so no one was there to watch her. When she went to stand up she fell into the hole and, the sand that she had dug up fell on top of her. She tried very hard to get out of the hole but, she couldn't (she was only 6 yrs old, so she was too weak to get out anyway). She died.

Of course they sent out a search party and, had found her body but, so sad. Every time I think of it I get a very sad feeling, like I could cry. Like now I feel like a tear is dripping down my cheek. And every time I go into my room after 12:00 and, blink my eyes, a flash of light appears for a very short while.