My grandfather on my mom's side of the family (my mother's dad) always loved building crates and things out of wood. Two of his sons (my uncles) would later make some things like this after he had passed on, though never to the extent that my grandfather did. He really did love doing this sort of thing. Now of course my mom being a female, she had never really learned about this stuff, hence it was never taught to me either.
In eighth grade I had to take a shop class, as a requirement for school. This was in the fall, and the final project we had done was making wooden cars, the ones you can put the cartridge in the back of, to make them race. I was quite proud of the car I had made, despite its imperfections, and was excited to take it home to show my grandfather, as I knew he would be proud of what I made. The shop teacher wouldn't let us take the cars home though, as he wanted us to race the cars against the cars made from the other shop class, in the spring (half the class took shop class in the fall, the other class in the spring. The class was only for one semester, the other class may have been art or home or something, I forget). I was frustrated, but it was what it was.
That spring, my grandfather got sick, his health failing, and he passed away about a month before his 79th birthday. He never got to see my car, and he passed away in mid May. A week or two later, we finally got to race the cars (though if I can remember correctly, the teacher tried to go back on his word about letting the first semester students race), and then I brought the car home to show my parents, and my grandma, who then started staying with us.
We were sitting at the kitchen table, right before dinner, talking , and I brought out the car and showed it to my family. I said, "I really wish Pap-pap could have seen this car I made". Just as I said that, the kitchen light above the table flashed off, then on again. I took it as a sign he was watching. We lived in a new house, never had the light act like this before, and it also never happened again. Just this single instance.
Our house belonged to an older couple. The man died and the woman sold the house off because it was so big. The guy died in his sleep...in my parents old bedroom (we tore down half of the house and rebuilt it but that bedroom is still around). They didn't know this...till something creepy happened. One night my dad woke up unable to breath...said someone was pushing on his chest...it happened several nights in a row, but he was healthy and normal during the day...idk how they put two and two together but they called my aunt out (she's into some hippy dippy shit) and she brought out some mystical healer dude or something...they did a ritual and dad never felt that weight on his chest again.
My god, what a lol I got from this. I always find it hilarious that people think that once you die suddenly you become a spooky movie-style ghost and enter the world of eerie "oooWEEEEoooOoOoOoOo" ghostliness where you suddenly behave in a way that you never would have while alive, become ill-meaning and potentially dangerous, and things like Ouija boards, candle-lit seances and smoky incense pots suddenly start really resonating with you in your new existence as a ghost. This is what happens when people watch too many movies.
That's because the 'ego' while alive versus after death often does not have the same 'character' it once had.
Our house belonged to an older couple. The man died and the woman sold the house off because it was so big. The guy died in his sleep...in my parents old bedroom (we tore down half of the house and rebuilt it but that bedroom is still around). They didn't know this...till something creepy happened. One night my dad woke up unable to breath...said someone was pushing on his chest...it happened several nights in a row, but he was healthy and normal during the day...idk how they put two and two together but they called my aunt out (she's into some hippy dippy shit) and she brought out some mystical healer dude or something...they did a ritual and dad never felt that weight on his chest again.
My god, what a lol I got from this. I always find it hilarious that people think that once you die suddenly you become a spooky movie-style ghost and enter the world of eerie "oooWEEEEoooOoOoOoOo" ghostliness where you suddenly behave in a way that you never would have while alive, become ill-meaning and potentially dangerous, and things like Ouija boards, candle-lit seances and smoky incense pots suddenly start really resonating with you in your new existence as a ghost. This is what happens when people watch too many movies.
That's because the 'ego' while alive versus after death often does not have the same 'character' it once had.
Our house belonged to an older couple. The man died and the woman sold the house off because it was so big. The guy died in his sleep...in my parents old bedroom (we tore down half of the house and rebuilt it but that bedroom is still around). They didn't know this...till something creepy happened. One night my dad woke up unable to breath...said someone was pushing on his chest...it happened several nights in a row, but he was healthy and normal during the day...idk how they put two and two together but they called my aunt out (she's into some hippy dippy shit) and she brought out some mystical healer dude or something...they did a ritual and dad never felt that weight on his chest again.
My god, what a lol I got from this. I always find it hilarious that people think that once you die suddenly you become a spooky movie-style ghost and enter the world of eerie "oooWEEEEoooOoOoOoOo" ghostliness where you suddenly behave in a way that you never would have while alive, become ill-meaning and potentially dangerous, and things like Ouija boards, candle-lit seances and smoky incense pots suddenly start really resonating with you in your new existence as a ghost. This is what happens when people watch too many movies.
That's because the 'ego' while alive versus after death often does not have the same 'character' it once had.
Our house belonged to an older couple. The man died and the woman sold the house off because it was so big. The guy died in his sleep...in my parents old bedroom (we tore down half of the house and rebuilt it but that bedroom is still around). They didn't know this...till something creepy happened. One night my dad woke up unable to breath...said someone was pushing on his chest...it happened several nights in a row, but he was healthy and normal during the day...idk how they put two and two together but they called my aunt out (she's into some hippy dippy shit) and she brought out some mystical healer dude or something...they did a ritual and dad never felt that weight on his chest again.
My god, what a lol I got from this. I always find it hilarious that people think that once you die suddenly you become a spooky movie-style ghost and enter the world of eerie "oooWEEEEoooOoOoOoOo" ghostliness where you suddenly behave in a way that you never would have while alive, become ill-meaning and potentially dangerous, and things like Ouija boards, candle-lit seances and smoky incense pots suddenly start really resonating with you in your new existence as a ghost. This is what happens when people watch too many movies.
Agreed...again as I said I don't believe in this shit...but that's what my parents did. They're not crazy or weird...well...not TOO weird. So it's strange they'd believe it was a ghost/spirit and have my hippy dippy aunt come and try to get rid of it...
Downeast Maine attracts a lot of haunted stuff. The pub where my sister tends bar always has some weird activity surrounding it, none of which is publicized or known about. It's not like one of those "haunted" bars where a light flickered once and they put a plaque up about it. Most of it has to do with her hearing voices while at work, seeing people out of the corner of her eye that aren't there, and once she said a pint glass flew across the room and almost hit her.
As far as myself, I graduated from College of the Atlantic. Our dorms were old converted mansions. I was the RA of my hall for the last two years of school. I saw some pretty messed up stuff in the middle of the night. One evening I was finishing up a paper in my room. I had my desk lamp on and nothing else. I swore, out of the corner of my eye, I saw someone, a shadowy figure standing in the doorway. I put it out of my mind and forgot about it. One night I was doing random checks around the building and I saw the figure again. A chill ran down my spine.
A few nights later all of the girls in the ladies hall ran out into the main lobby screaming and crying. Apparently they had all seen something. They wouldn't go back to their rooms until an old Catholic lady who was on staff at the college, went into every room and said a prayer to ward off evil.
My dad passed away in the middle of the night several years ago. The next evening, I went to his repair shop and hung out inside for a good few hours. I had dozed off for a second around 3am (which, after doing research, I discovered is when the portal to the other side opens), and I was awakened by the sound of someone walking around. Then I heard my dad's whistling. I opened one eye to look around and saw nothing, but I swear on everything, I could hear him walking about the shop like nothing had happened. My mom and my girlfriend both said it was him saying goodbye one last time.
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My grandfather on my mom's side of the family (my mother's dad) always loved building crates and things out of wood. Two of his sons (my uncles) would later make some things like this after he had passed on, though never to the extent that my grandfather did. He really did love doing this sort of thing. Now of course my mom being a female, she had never really learned about this stuff, hence it was never taught to me either.
In eighth grade I had to take a shop class, as a requirement for school. This was in the fall, and the final project we had done was making wooden cars, the ones you can put the cartridge in the back of, to make them race. I was quite proud of the car I had made, despite its imperfections, and was excited to take it home to show my grandfather, as I knew he would be proud of what I made. The shop teacher wouldn't let us take the cars home though, as he wanted us to race the cars against the cars made from the other shop class, in the spring (half the class took shop class in the fall, the other class in the spring. The class was only for one semester, the other class may have been art or home or something, I forget). I was frustrated, but it was what it was.
That spring, my grandfather got sick, his health failing, and he passed away about a month before his 79th birthday. He never got to see my car, and he passed away in mid May. A week or two later, we finally got to race the cars (though if I can remember correctly, the teacher tried to go back on his word about letting the first semester students race), and then I brought the car home to show my parents, and my grandma, who then started staying with us.
We were sitting at the kitchen table, right before dinner, talking , and I brought out the car and showed it to my family. I said, "I really wish Pap-pap could have seen this car I made". Just as I said that, the kitchen light above the table flashed off, then on again. I took it as a sign he was watching. We lived in a new house, never had the light act like this before, and it also never happened again. Just this single instance.
Our house belonged to an older couple. The man died and the woman sold the house off because it was so big. The guy died in his sleep...in my parents old bedroom (we tore down half of the house and rebuilt it but that bedroom is still around). They didn't know this...till something creepy happened. One night my dad woke up unable to breath...said someone was pushing on his chest...it happened several nights in a row, but he was healthy and normal during the day...idk how they put two and two together but they called my aunt out (she's into some hippy dippy shit) and she brought out some mystical healer dude or something...they did a ritual and dad never felt that weight on his chest again.
My god, what a lol I got from this. I always find it hilarious that people think that once you die suddenly you become a spooky movie-style ghost and enter the world of eerie "oooWEEEEoooOoOoOoOo" ghostliness where you suddenly behave in a way that you never would have while alive, become ill-meaning and potentially dangerous, and things like Ouija boards, candle-lit seances and smoky incense pots suddenly start really resonating with you in your new existence as a ghost. This is what happens when people watch too many movies.
That's because the 'ego' while alive versus after death often does not have the same 'character' it once had.
Right, because you're dead lol.
Our house belonged to an older couple. The man died and the woman sold the house off because it was so big. The guy died in his sleep...in my parents old bedroom (we tore down half of the house and rebuilt it but that bedroom is still around). They didn't know this...till something creepy happened. One night my dad woke up unable to breath...said someone was pushing on his chest...it happened several nights in a row, but he was healthy and normal during the day...idk how they put two and two together but they called my aunt out (she's into some hippy dippy shit) and she brought out some mystical healer dude or something...they did a ritual and dad never felt that weight on his chest again.
My god, what a lol I got from this. I always find it hilarious that people think that once you die suddenly you become a spooky movie-style ghost and enter the world of eerie "oooWEEEEoooOoOoOoOo" ghostliness where you suddenly behave in a way that you never would have while alive, become ill-meaning and potentially dangerous, and things like Ouija boards, candle-lit seances and smoky incense pots suddenly start really resonating with you in your new existence as a ghost. This is what happens when people watch too many movies.
That's because the 'ego' while alive versus after death often does not have the same 'character' it once had.
Right, because you're dead lol.
*ghost hands* BoOooOoOoOOOOOoo
I was finishing off a tub of yogurt one day and looked at the expiry date as I finished the last bite... two years overdue.
Our house belonged to an older couple. The man died and the woman sold the house off because it was so big. The guy died in his sleep...in my parents old bedroom (we tore down half of the house and rebuilt it but that bedroom is still around). They didn't know this...till something creepy happened. One night my dad woke up unable to breath...said someone was pushing on his chest...it happened several nights in a row, but he was healthy and normal during the day...idk how they put two and two together but they called my aunt out (she's into some hippy dippy shit) and she brought out some mystical healer dude or something...they did a ritual and dad never felt that weight on his chest again.
My god, what a lol I got from this. I always find it hilarious that people think that once you die suddenly you become a spooky movie-style ghost and enter the world of eerie "oooWEEEEoooOoOoOoOo" ghostliness where you suddenly behave in a way that you never would have while alive, become ill-meaning and potentially dangerous, and things like Ouija boards, candle-lit seances and smoky incense pots suddenly start really resonating with you in your new existence as a ghost. This is what happens when people watch too many movies.
That's because the 'ego' while alive versus after death often does not have the same 'character' it once had.
Right, because you're dead lol.
*ghost hands* BoOooOoOoOOOOOoo
WAAH! *grips chest* Jesus man, don't do that!
I was finishing off a tub of yogurt one day and looked at the expiry date as I finished the last bite... two years overdue.
HAHAHAHA just perfect
Our house belonged to an older couple. The man died and the woman sold the house off because it was so big. The guy died in his sleep...in my parents old bedroom (we tore down half of the house and rebuilt it but that bedroom is still around). They didn't know this...till something creepy happened. One night my dad woke up unable to breath...said someone was pushing on his chest...it happened several nights in a row, but he was healthy and normal during the day...idk how they put two and two together but they called my aunt out (she's into some hippy dippy shit) and she brought out some mystical healer dude or something...they did a ritual and dad never felt that weight on his chest again.
My god, what a lol I got from this. I always find it hilarious that people think that once you die suddenly you become a spooky movie-style ghost and enter the world of eerie "oooWEEEEoooOoOoOoOo" ghostliness where you suddenly behave in a way that you never would have while alive, become ill-meaning and potentially dangerous, and things like Ouija boards, candle-lit seances and smoky incense pots suddenly start really resonating with you in your new existence as a ghost. This is what happens when people watch too many movies.
Agreed...again as I said I don't believe in this shit...but that's what my parents did. They're not crazy or weird...well...not TOO weird. So it's strange they'd believe it was a ghost/spirit and have my hippy dippy aunt come and try to get rid of it...
As far as myself, I graduated from College of the Atlantic. Our dorms were old converted mansions. I was the RA of my hall for the last two years of school. I saw some pretty messed up stuff in the middle of the night. One evening I was finishing up a paper in my room. I had my desk lamp on and nothing else. I swore, out of the corner of my eye, I saw someone, a shadowy figure standing in the doorway. I put it out of my mind and forgot about it. One night I was doing random checks around the building and I saw the figure again. A chill ran down my spine.
A few nights later all of the girls in the ladies hall ran out into the main lobby screaming and crying. Apparently they had all seen something. They wouldn't go back to their rooms until an old Catholic lady who was on staff at the college, went into every room and said a prayer to ward off evil.
My dad passed away in the middle of the night several years ago. The next evening, I went to his repair shop and hung out inside for a good few hours. I had dozed off for a second around 3am (which, after doing research, I discovered is when the portal to the other side opens), and I was awakened by the sound of someone walking around. Then I heard my dad's whistling. I opened one eye to look around and saw nothing, but I swear on everything, I could hear him walking about the shop like nothing had happened. My mom and my girlfriend both said it was him saying goodbye one last time.