My ghost stories

Spiritual Cleansing.

Recently, my six year old son Aidan suddenly became afraid to go into the bathroom and computer room alone. It culminated one afternoon when he came running into the living room and said" Mom there is a little boy that keeps hanging around the hallway near the bathroom ...I think he's a spirit." So I asked him "what do you think he wants?" He said "I think he wants to take a shower."


Thanks Dad!

Grandpa Joe was a bootlegger and lost his young wife to alcohol. He was of large stature and had an ominous stare through ice green eyes, I was only privy to through old pictures. There are so many ghost stories about Grandpa Joe. I'll start with one I only heard from my Mom and Dad. It was the late sixties and my parents were having a fight that escalated with my Dad grabbing my Mom by the collar. The next day my Dad was showering, when from the other room my Mom heard him scream out in terror. He came out of the shower pale white muttering something about ice cold hands pressing up against his back and when he turned around there they were, two perfect white hand prints on each of his shoulder blades. My Mom walked away knowing it was her father letting her husband know he was watching. As she did she thought to herself, thanks Dad.




Whistling Dixie!

It was 1985 and I was 16. I lived with my Mom and two of my sisters in a house in Spring valley, Ca. (a suburb of San Diego. ) My Mom worked nights as a nurse which meant my sister's and I were left to our own devices. It was not uncommon for any one of us to have friends stay over. On this particular night, Pam, my best friend spent the night. We decided to sleep on the pull out in the den. We crawled into bed and began discussing boy's and the like. When suddenly, we heard some one whistling. It was an old time tune that seemed foreign and familiar at the same time. At first, the sound seemed to be coming from the back yard, which was just off the den. We asked each other where it was coming from. Then it stopped. Every time we stopped talking the whistling moved closer. Until finally, it seemed to be directly in between us! We bolted from the bed and armed ourselves with knives, which in hind sight seems ridiculous. Pam and I perched on the couch in the living room, with knives in hand and waited for the fear to subside. After we convinced ourselves that it was all in our heads we headed back towards the pullout. Upon with, we were met with the foulest odor, the likes of which I still have no comparison. Even to this day, what occurred that night is so pervasively and vividly indelible, it's as if it happened yesterday and believe you me! I'm not just Whistling Dixie!






Happy Birthday!

My sister Kathleen was found deceased on April 16, 2001, which also happened to be 32 birthday. The day after she died, while my Mom and I waited for the cab to the airport, my Mom handed me a birthday card, it was from Kathleen. She had sent it a couple of days before she died. After the funeral I grieved for quite some time. Then on the first anniversary of her death, on my 33 birthday, I was staying with a friend and although Mom had dutifully sent me a birthday card that year I had never received it. Fast forward four years later to February 27, 2006 which would have been Kathleen's 40th birthday. I received a birthday card in the mail from my Mom. Since my birthday is in April, I was a little concerned that my Mom may be experiencing some senility. So I called her on the phone and asked her why she sent me a birthday card two months early and she said " I didn't." " Mom I have it right here in my hand as well as a check for 100 dollars, don't you remember?" I replied with panic beginning to rise. She said look the date on the check and the post mark." I did and the date on it was April 16, 2002 it was the first anniversary of Kathleen's death! This card was lost in the mail for 4 years and I had moved twice in that time period. Now to some it might seem purely coincidental but to me it was Kathleen's way of letting me know she was alright and that she loved me. In life, Kathleen had a charm that was apparent to all who knew her and her resourcefulness that is still unmatched to this day. I should have known she would find a way to send me a message. I like to think she wanted me to trade birthdays with her since mine was mired down in sorrow. It was as if she was telling me that I had grieved long enough and that she wanted me to have a " Happy"... Birthday.