Re: Ghost encounters
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I believe
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Date: February 25, 2012 09:57PM
Just don't be dicks about it, OK? This is my dad and all. Here's what happened to me (from a magazine).....
My dad, XXXXXX, died last month and since then we have had
numerous and very powerful contacts. Some of the experiences
can be dismissed by a skeptic but others have no
explanation. A month ago, I believed that when you died,
that’s it. That’s what my dad believed as well so I’m sure
he’s thrilled to know that there is more
than just life.
The first contact was the night he died.
My mom and I left the hospital and were
up late drinking some wine and talking. At
exactly 3:30 a.m., the TV just turned off
on its own as if to say, “Cut the crap,
you’ve got a long day tomorrow.” This
could be a normal resetting of the TV, who
knows?
A few days later, we were out to dinner
and my mom was writing a bunch of
meaningless letters on a coaster. We asked
if she was okay, and she said she was fine,
but she was kind of in her own world. She
seemed sad and we just figured what she
was doing was meaningful to her. Later
that night, I received a call from my mom
at 3:30 a.m. saying that my car alarm was going off at her
house (I could hear it in the background of the phone). I had
left my car there and was borrowing my dad’s car since my
registration had expired. I only live five minutes away and
was going to come over to turn it off (she didn’t have any
keys) but it went off on its own so we got off the phone.
Ten minutes later, the same thing happened. She asked me
what I did when this happened and I told her that it had
never happened before. I was exhausted so when it stopped,
I was relieved but told her to call me if it happened again.
Ten minutes later, she called, so I got in the car and drove
over. By the time I got there, it had stopped. I started the
car and drove it ten feet just to reset the locks and all. The
weird thing is that the car was not even locked so the alarm
should never have been disabled. It’s also important to say
that she lives on a very quiet, crime-free cul-de-sac in the
suburbs.
I went home and had left her with the clicker to turn the
alarm off just in case it happened again. Sure enough, right
when I got back in bed (4:30 a.m.?), she calls again and says
that the clicker was not helping. She also said the lights
turned on by themselves. I was incredibly annoyed and
frustrated figuring that after the horrible last few days, now
I have a malfunctioning car that is going to annoy every
neighbor. She then said it stopped.
Once again, it goes off and she calls. My wife offered to
go over and switch out cars. She drove my dad’s car there
and was going to take my car back so that if it happened in
my neighborhood, we could then take it to a shopping center
so it would stop bothering people and we could just let it go
off as much as it wanted and deal with it the next day. She
returned and the car alarm never went off again.
The next morning at breakfast, my mom asked me to tell
the story to family who were in town. I told it as far as I
knew, to the point above. My mom then stated that after my
wife left, the alarm then started happening with my dad’s
car! It happened a couple hours after the
first alarm and also in the morning. Numerous
neighbors came out in the morning
wondering if it was their car and even more
stated they heard the alarms when we saw
them at the wake, so we didn’t imagine it.
Perhaps equally as shocking was the fact
that my mom informed us that the night
before at dinner, she was writing the letters
“hinysmpcm” on the napkin. They were
the first letters in the phrase, “Honey, I
need you so much, please contact me.”
I find it important to state that I am
normal in most every way. I was raised in
a healthy household with loving parents.
I’m married and have two children of my
own. I’ve had the same job for eight years
and have a master’s degree in psychology.
Additionally, I am a Certified Brain Injury Specialist so I
know all about brain and cognitive functions and how the
brain can interpret information incorrectly. I also have no
drug or mental health issues. Before this occurred, I was a
complete skeptic. I wanted to believe and in my dad’s final
moments, I spoke to him about death and eternal life but to
be honest, I was just trying to comfort him. I really didn’t
think anything happened after we died. After all, I’m a
psychologist and this can’t be explained scientifically. My
mom is perhaps even more normal than I am with a master’s
degree in teaching and a life most typical in every way.
Before this happened, I would even dismiss a story like
the one I have just shared. I’d figure that there is something
that the person did not account for. They must have
overlooked some detail. Additionally, since I know a lot
about the brain, I know it is capable of believing what it
wants to believe. But even with the Scientific Method of
Doubt, I can’t figure out this one. I live in Virginia; no
earthquakes. Maybe it was a burglar or kid playing in the
neighborhood; but he would have had to have been invisible
and very persistent (doing this from 3:30 a.m. to 9:30 a.m.).
They are two different types and makes of car so there was
no common malfunction. Maybe both cars need work but
neither have done it again.
Since then, we’ve had a ton of other contacts. There were
fire alarms on both floors of the house the morning of the
funeral. The kids were screaming and the dog was trying to
go through the wooden blinds. (This is definitely not a dog
who will be written up for alerting its owner that the house
is on fire: he will be the first one out the door.)
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Mom asked him not to do any more things that were loud
and scary. After this the lights flickered everywhere in the
house for a few days. The phone alarms would go off at
significant times and specific days that were important. The
phone alarms were never set. We have had some other more
psychological stuff like compulsions to look in odd places
for something that only he knew where it was and sure
enough, it would be there. I can’t figure any of this stuff out
and have simply stopped questioning it.