Haunted Too. Dorah L. Williams
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Название: Haunted Too
Автор: Dorah L. Williams
Издательство: Ingram
Жанр: Эзотерика
isbn: 9781459706101
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As soon as I thought that, I was back in my body, lying on the chesterfield, and then feeling so badly again.
But my fever broke, and my mother said it was a miracle that I survived. I was told it must have been a dream when I tried to explain about floating out of my body the way I had. But when I was able to tell my mother, verbatim, what she and the doctor had said to each other, she realized I could have only known that if I’d been in the hallway with them because they spoke in whispered tones of my serious illness, and it would have been impossible for me to have known exactly what was said from where I lay in the other room behind closed doors.
I know my spirit briefly left my body as I had that near-death experience.
Many years later when I was married and had just had my third baby, the delivery was very difficult and I had almost not survived it. When I was finally out of the hospital and back at home recuperating, but still bedridden, my mother was staying with us, caring for the two older children and the new baby.
One day, as I lay in bed, I started to feel very strange. I called out, but no one came, and I realized I was alone in the house, and I was sure I was dying and wanted my mother with me.
The shades were pulled down in the room so it had been dark, but suddenly it was almost blindingly bright, and at first I wondered what happened to the wall in my bedroom because now I was looking right into the backyard. But then I realized I was actually outside myself, and no longer in my bed. And, again, I was floating.
It was a gorgeous sunny day, and I could see my two older children playing on the swing set in the yard, the baby was in his carriage, and my mother was leaning on the fence as she talked to our next door neighbour.
And, as with my mother and the doctor when I was young, I could hear their entire conversation about how worried everyone was that I was still so weak. But I felt incredible, not sick at all anymore. And just as I was feeling so lucky to feel so well again, I was suddenly back in my body, in bed, in that darkened room. And I quickly recovered after that.
Definitely Not Welcomed
We lived in a haunted house for over ten years, and for the most part it was easy to coexist with the ghost. Knocking on walls and the smell of freshly baked bread were the most common occurrences. Sometimes our shoes would go missing for days and then show up again right at the door where they’d been last seen. Our dog would get very agitated and often stare at something near the ceiling and whine. But all in all it was never anything too unusual, and never threatening in any way.
Then came the night of our daughter’s first date. When she invited Stan into our home, we all met him and thought he seemed like a nice kid. As she led him down the hallway and into the family room at the back of the house I could hear a series of loud crashes and went to see what was going on.
By the time I got to the family room too, I saw what had caused all that racket. A family portrait (of ancestors from over a hundred years ago) had somehow flown down the hallway and smashed on the floor right where Stan was standing in the doorway of the family room. And another very old picture (of a great-uncle from that same family as in the other portrait), in a very heavy brass frame, had smashed on the wall right beside the boy’s head as he started to enter the room. This photo had been on the windowsill on the opposite side of the room. No one had been anywhere near either of these photos.
I only heard the noise, but my daughter and her date saw them actually flying through the air right at him. My daughter was shaking, but poor Stan was too shocked to even move.
After cleaning up the glass from the shattered frames, I reassured the kids it was just a freak accident and not to worry about it (but wasn’t so reassured myself).
They dated for several months, and the longer we knew him the more we all started to realize Stan was not such a nice kid as we had once thought. He was a good actor, though, and it took a while before his true character was known. But the moment he walked into our house, something or someone was very protective of our daughter, or just hated him, and definitely didn’t want him there.
I don’t think there was a time during the length of their relationship that something didn’t hit or trip him while he was in our house. He constantly said it felt like someone was trying to push him down the stairs (and succeeded many times). And one particularly scary incident was the time he went into the kitchen to get a snack and a large butcher knife fell (flew?) off a counter on the other side of the room and landed on his foot with enough force that the blade impaled the top of his foot, right through his shoe, and he received a deep cut.
No one else was ever subjected to any kind of abuse when we lived there. But Stan couldn’t walk into the house without something falling off a wall or flying across the room right at him. It would actually have been fascinating if it wasn’t always so startling and violent.
After that relationship ended, nothing like that ever happened to anyone else ever again. The ghost treated him (and only him) like that.
Eastern Canada
Cottage Life
We once bought an old cottage that had belonged to an elderly man and woman for about fifty years, but when the husband died, the wife never used it again and so it was vacant for a while before we got it.
When we purchased the cottage, all the furniture and contents were included, so the only thing about it that changed was the ownership. After listening to some of the nearby neighbours’ stories about the old man who had owned it, it was clear how much he had loved it there. We knew that before he died, he and his wife and their dog had spent a lot of time up there, and their grown children and grandchildren often visited too.
The first summer we were there we were all playing cards around the kitchen table one night when our oldest daughter jumped about a foot in her chair. She said a medium-sized white dog had just rushed past the table and out the kitchen door into the living room. No one else had noticed anything, but she was so positive of what she had seen, and so flustered, we all got up to search for the strange animal. But we couldn’t find the dog anywhere.
We might have been inclined to think she had just imagined the whole thing, but a while after that, my husband and I saw this dog too. It suddenly appeared as though it had run right through the cottage wall from the outside. Like it was chasing something or someone at top speed. Then it either just disappeared or went right through another wall back to the outside again. It all happened so fast it was almost just a blur of white. This was more amazing than frightening, though, and I was glad my husband was with me to see it too.
Our son woke up one night and cried out for us, saying someone was standing near his bed. By the time we got to his room whoever it was had gone, but that left him feeling pretty frightened.
We also all saw an old man walking around the exterior of the cottage on a number of occasions. A few times we would hurry out of the cottage to see who it was when we saw him looking in at us through one of the windows, but once we got outside there was never a trace of him. It would have been really difficult for someone to run away from that cottage without being seen or heard.
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