Wow, Wow, Wow.
I'm shaking my head because I just don't know what else to say. How I missed this thread, with it's 12 pages of posts, is beyond me, but a huge Thanks to whomever brought it "back to life".
I, too, am fascinated with the after life. Just read an amazing book that I have to share the title of and encourage, with all my might, anyone who reads this post to read this book! "Proof of heaven - A neurosurgeon's Journey into the Afterlife" by Eben Alexander, MD
Now to the ghost stories:
My Mom and I have a sense that comes about us when someone we are close to is going through something bad. It usually revolves around my Dad. I am not close to my father, he's an alcoholic that was in and out of my life as a child, but anyway, I digress.
When I was a kid, growing up with my Mom in her childhood home, I used to feel eyes on me when I'd go from my room to the bathroom or from my room to the kitchen at night. Part of our basement was a living area with a door that went to the backyard. When I was really little my Mom lived down there, she had her room and I had mine. My room had this odd cement closet area, for lack of a better term, that had a short cement border on the inside. I used get a really bad feeling when I'd go near that closet. There was no door there, only a sheer curtain to cover the opening. I can see it in my mind like I was sitting there now. I was never allowed to have friends over to the house, because my much older cousin lived there and my Mom didn't want him dealing with squeeling little girls running around the house making noises all day. I was able to talk my Mom into allowing some girl friends of mine to come over and we were sitting in my room, facing the cement brick wall. We went screaming upstairs and we all told any of the adults that would listen we saw a giant monster come through the wall! They believe me now, but as a kid they thought I was nuts. My older cousins father "Granddaddy Barfield" (his last name was obviously Barfield) died in that house. When my Mom moved upstairs to the 1st floor she took the back room that had two huge windows that overlooked the back yard. She always said when she moved her bed under those two windows she'd feel a presence hovering over her, but only when the bed was under those windows. She said she thought it was Granddaddy Barfield.
My Aunt, my Mom's sister, says when she was a teenager her and her boyfriend went to an old cemetery and they were chased outta there by a ghostly woman in white that floated above the ground and had a mean look on her face.
Atlanta has a lot of ghostly history! Those are the only stories that come to mind right now.
Oh yeah, one more.
My dear friend Maryanne committed suicide many years ago. I was so distraught over her passing and was driving around in my pick up truck thinking of her. I said ok MA (her nick name, not MA like Mom, but just the initials M A) if you are with me, put a Terri Clark song on the radio. This was well before anyone had really heard of Terri Clark and I hadn't heard one of her songs on the radio previously, so I figured this would be a true blue sign. Sure enough, I hit my Scan button on the radio and about 4 stations later was a Terri Clark song. I just about crapped my pants!
I've throughly enjoyed reading everyone's posts! I hope their will be more to come......along with pictures.
Dang it, just thought of another one. Did ya'll see the episode of Ghost Hunters were they went to the Titanic Exhibit at the GA Aquarium and found some evidence that the exhibit was haunted? Well....before that episode, my partner and I went down there (to show her where I grew up) and we went to the GA Aquarium. The Titanic exhibit was not on display when we took some pictures. Let me find them and you can see some orbs, but they are only around her....
