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I
have previously written a story (Jan ‘07) titled Ghosts In
Our
Home. I have a few more things of interest to write about.
My
husband won the contract to mow the graveyards in our small town this
mowing season (there are two of them) and has had some interesting
things happen to him.
These graveyards have stones dating from around 1830 or so until now.
Within the first couple of weeks of mowing the graveyards, he told me
that he could feel the spirits hanging around.
One
day he was mowing and happened to glance over at his truck and trailer
which were parked by some gravestones and saw a man standing there in a
suit just looking at him. He looked away for a second and when he
glanced back, the man was gone (there were no cars in the graveyard at
that time and this one is outside of town and no houses are close
enough for the man to have walked to in that short a period of time.)
When he was finished mowing, he went up to his trailer and looked at
the stone that the man had been standing next to and found that it was
the grave marker of his grandfather’s best friend. He is
convinced that Stanley had come to see him to say "hey I know you're
working here now".
One
weekend I helped out with the trimming and happened to see a gravestone
shaped like a log (from the 1800’s) and said to myself
“what a stupid shape for a grave stone!” Evidently
they didn’t like this comment because they came to my husband
soon after he went to bed a night or so later (he was still awake) and
said “we’re the log people!” He said they
wanted to speak to me, but being that I don’t have his gift,
I could not (luckily) hear them or sense them. I have made sure to not
say anything derogatory since then about anyone’s grave
stones.
He
has this joke with me that if I die first he is going to have
“his wife” engraved on my stone (this is engraved
on many old stones in the graveyards). He kept saying this knowing it
would bother me even though I know he is joking. One of the inhabitants
of the graveyard came to him one night before he fell asleep and told
him about her gravestone (where it was located and what was on it). Her
name was Elizabeth and on her stone, her husband had engraved
“his wife”. She was very upset with my husband and
told him that she was NOT her husband’s property (and
basically “don’t do that to your wife”).
He had to explain to her that he was only joking with me and that he
wouldn’t really do that before she would go away and leave
him alone. After this visit, he did find Elizabeth’s stone in
the graveyard where she said it was and on it is engraved
“his wife”.
Several things have happened in the house (remember it is an old
church) as well since my last submission.
We mounted some florescent lights under the kitchen cabinets and one in
particular has always given us trouble. It was always flickering (not
warming up flickering, but flickering even after being on for hours).
When I first turn it on, I have to turn the bulb so that I know it is
tight in the fixture and this usually stops it from doing this.
One
day after turning on the light and twisting the bulb, I got busy with
some baking. As I was working, the light started to flicker. I ignored
it for a while but it kept on going and off. I finally said
“That’s enough!” and the light stopped
flickering!
One
day my son’s friend was telling me about his mother and an
experience she had. Evidently when she was pregnant for the first time,
it was with twins, a boy and a girl. She had a dream that to her said
the daughter would not live. The daughter did end up dying before
birth, though her son was born healthy. Anyway, as he was telling me
this, the light (that I had tightened earlier in the day and
hadn’t given me any trouble at all) was going crazy! It kept
flickering on and off and on and off. He kept glancing at the light,
but I ignored it. As soon as he walked away, that light stopped
flickering.
We
were having the drywall in the basement taped and mudded, so in the
meantime had moved our things upstairs for about a week or so until the
work (and mess) were done. We kept a light on at one end of the church
near the door and had our beds set up near the old altar at the other
end. The light was bright enough to light the way to the steps to the
basement in case one of us had to use the bathroom in the middle of the
night. On a couple nights, my husband said he woke up and could hear
the floorboards creaking as if someone was walking from the basement
steps toward the door (and the light) and then the creaking went back
toward the steps again. There was no one there (he had a clear view of
the area as all this was going on).
Just
recently, my husband was enjoying his hobby of looking at real estate
on realtor.com. He said he was looking at property all over the country
when suddenly he felt very strongly that someone was standing behind
him. He glanced back thinking it was me and there was no one there. He
said for some reason this was making him uncomfortable (these
“visitors” usually don’t bother him) and
he kept glancing over his shoulder. In the meantime, as he was trying
to look at more properties, the states on the map (how you choose where
you want to look for property) were not able to be clicked on. The only
states that worked were New York and Maine whereas before this
“visit”, he could click on any of the 50 states.
The map refused to “work” the rest of the night, so
he finally went to bed. The next day he had no problems with the site.
Thanks for reading my stories!
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