Tuesday, August 8, 2017

Who Are These Ghosts in My House and Why Do They Never Bring Us Breakfast in Bed?

If you have read any of the other blog posts here, you will recall that some of them contain the true accounts from various family members who have reported the materialization of a ghost/spirit/dead person right in front of their eyes, myself included.

After spending the last couple of days at the house, the conversation I was having with my mother turned to the afterlife activity in the house, as it almost always does. Side note: During the two days I was there, nothing out of the ordinary happened. But that is the nature of the paranormal world. They do not materialize on command or on a regular schedule. They do what they want, when they want.

It is important to note that aside from a little boy ghost and the ghost of my grandmother that have been seen over the years, most of the other apparition sightings in the house, are/were (?) people that we have no idea who they are. If they are long-gone relatives, my mother cannot figure out who they are. So yes, they seem like random people just showing up. If there is such a thing as a portal to someplace else, are random ghosts from “the other side” going through it and ending up in the house? I have no idea, it’s just a crazy theory, but I can tell you the sighting I am about to describe is also a ghost who had no ties to the house or its property or the inhabitants of the house.

This sighting occurred just two weeks ago, in July 2017. My mother was happily enjoying the afternoon sunshine in her lawn chair on the doorstep. Very suddenly, a man came walking across the lawn from the direction of the driveway towards the doorstep where she was sitting. She watched him intently and he sat down on the doorstep, VERY close to her. No words were exchanged. She could see his face but has never seen him before in her life, as I previously mentioned. She said he was wearing a Hawaiian-type shirt which was yellow and red. He also wore a ball cap and had curly grey-ish hair. He was smoking a cigarette and he smiled at her. Then in the next instant, he was gone.

If you are reading this at night, and you are alone, and you hear a door creaking when it shouldn’t be or feel like someone is watching you (they probably are), don’t say I didn’t warn you.


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