I didn't believe in ghosts ever, until a few years ago. I'm almost 40 now, and until that point I never believed in
anything I couldn't choke with my bare hands. But sometimes, as we all do, I had 'creepy feelings' now and
then. For example, when you see an abandoned old house and get a scary feeling from it.
I don't fancy thrift stores
much either, to much emotional residue or something on
certain items. But I never truly, believed in ghosts. Until
this incident, a few years ago.
I had just gotten married for the second time, after being
widowed a few years earlier. I was moving with my two boys
from my previous marriage, into their new stepfathers
house. My new husband had rented it out for years, and we
planned to renovate it and move in. Boy, did it need
renovating. I didn't mind revamping the house at all, but
the backyard really bothered me.
This backyard gave me ghastly 'creepy feelings' about the
whole layout. Not only wasn't it fenced, everything about
it was in horrible shape. There was an old van parked in
it, and I could not wait for that to go. An old cherry tree
needed pruning very badly and I didn't want any of the
sawed off boughs on the property, once they were off I had
them hauled far and away. I wouldn't go near the tree or
yard, unless I had to during the day, until it was
completely finished. I wouldn't go in that yard at night on
a dare, and my reputation for being a tough girl is almost
legendary in my neck of the woods. Lets just say, if I
told my friends about my 'backyard feelings', I was never
teased for it!
I, of course, had told my husband how I felt, and he was
just a little quiet on the subject. He certainly doubled
his job/house work load so the backyard could be overhauled
soon and the boys would have a nice yard to play in. I
seemed to have a very demanding subconscious schedule for
that backyard. I wanted it to look as though a happy, caring
loving family lived there. I still can't explain it, but
it 'needed to be loved.'
Eventually, this happened, and
over time we had a lovely fenced yard with flower gardens,
and a playhouse/fort for the boys. I wasn't afraid to be
out in it then, regardless of day or night.
About a year later, we were finishing the extra room we'd
put on as a addition to the house. My mother was spending
the weekend. It was quite late, midnight or so, and she was
sleeping on the couch. I was wallpapering, and my husband
was doing some drywall work at the opposite end of the
room. He told me has he'd left his measuring tape in the
kitchen - and left to get it. He was back less than a
minute later - just walked back in the room and slumped
down on one of the kitchen chairs I was using. My heart
almost stopped. His face was dead white and he was drenched
in sweat. I thought he'd had a heart attack. I raced to
him, and he said to me, ignoring my 'are you
alright', "Where is your mother?" "Sleeping on the couch,
of course" I replied. " I just saw a fat lady in the
kitchen with purple stretch pants and a blue shirt on," he
said. I raced to the kitchen, but of course nobody was
there. In the living room, on the couch, my mother was
snoring, laid out in her white bathrobe. I didn't doubt his
story, not the way he looked.
About six months after this incident my girlfriend talked
me into seeing a tea leaf/clairvoyant with her. I'd never
been to anything like that, but after my husbands
encounter I was a little curious. This woman did my
girlfriends reading, but I wasn't impressed. When my turn
came, she automatically looked at me and said "Oh, you've
got ghosts." 'Really,' I replied, somewhat sarcastically.
Then she literally seemed to change color in front of me,
she turned pink. "Oh yes," she said, "You have a lady in
the house, but she's harmless and very curious about all
the changes to the house, renovations?" Then without
missing a beat,"and you have a male ghost. He lives in the
backyard, enjoys being there now, and is a benevolent
ghost. He doesn't ever come in the house, he is always in
the backyard." Then she was off to her next appointment. I
couldn't wait to tell me husband about what this woman had
told me. Boy, was I in for a shock when I did.
When my darling husband got home from work that day, I sat
him down and told him about the reading. He had a strange
look on his face and in a voice full of shock, told me
this story.
Ten years before he ever met me, he had rented
this house to a man with a wife and a daughter. This man,
we'll call him Jack, his daughter had been molested by the
man his wife was having an affair with, his own brother.
He shot his brother in cold blood, so to speak. His wife
and daughter lived here while he did two years in jail. She
was not a good mother, and there were many investigations
of child abuse. When Jack was released, his wife left him
and refused to let him see his daughter. A few months after
that, he hung himself from the cherry tree in our back
yard. My husband was afraid to tell me any of this as I had
such strong feelings about the backyard from the first time
I saw it. Also, when he moved the old van he found the
whole remains of a dead German Shepard dog.
If you don't believe in ghosts at least trust your own
instincts!
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