Ghost Stories

I decided to make this paranormal week. 

In light of my decision, I thought it best to tell a few ghost stories, experiences from my childhood.

Before my great-grandmother bought her house, it was used as a midwife center.  Stillborn babies were buried in the yard.  At night, the rocking chairs will rock by themselves, and you can hear the sound of children playing down the hall. 

During the Summer, when I was a child, we would vacation in St. Lucia.  The beach was lovely, and the cabin spacious.  There was an outhouse in the back.  The use of the outhouse was forbidden after a few ladies complained of getting their butts slapped by naughty ghosts.

One of my uncle's wakes was performed at his house.  Imagine our surprise when we caught his spirit standing beside his bed looking at his body.

When I was 12, my mother tood\k a part-time job at night cleaning offices.  So that she could spend time with me, she took me with her a few nights.  Offices are freakin haunted!  While she was using the sweeper on the carpet, the ghosts were running down the hall. 

While we were having dinner at my parents, a lady walked through the main door, past the kitchen and disappeared into one of the bedrooms.  She was a ghost.  We just looked at each other and kept on eating.

When I was 13 I was in a swimming pool.  My mother started sweating cold and praying.  There was a foul, smelly ghost beside us.

When I was twenty, I found myself in a bad part of town.  I entered an abandoned building.  There was no one there but me and a friend.  A spirit found it necessary to tell me that we were in danger.  He filled the entire room with awful body odor.  We got out of there fast.

Aside from fireghost, I've seen a spirit walk into my step-son's room.  He didn't sleep for a week after I told him.  We couldn't figure out why he was carying a book.

A few days after my father-in-law died, my husband saw him running down the stairs.  After his mom died, our bedroom was filled with the scent of lilacs.  He still smells it from time to time.

Days after my husband's cat died, we were laying quietly in bed when the cat started meowing.  This time, we both heard him.  He just came to say he was alright.

All these stories are true.  I'm not making any of it up.

Here's a quote from a wise man.

This is my simple religion. There is no need for temples; no need for complicated philosophy. Our own brain, our own heart is our temple; the philosophy is kindness.

                                                 ~Dalai Lama~

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