Ghost Communication Story Back to: Ghost Stories
Ghost Communication Story Back to: Ghost Stories
A high school
friend and I text quite a bit. I had seen her dad a few times in spirit but
never her mom. I had thought that maybe her mom had moved on into her next
lifetime. But then, Lisa texted she had a dream about her mom dying. So I
thought maybe she never crossed over and asked Lisa if she wanted me to look for
her. Although I had never done this, we thought we'd give it a try.
I asked Lisa for her mom's maiden name because I wasn't sure what to
look for. I called out both names, asking her to show me where she
was.
"Now Hilda, what are you doing here?"
She shrugged and
said, "Having fun." (She is smoking a cigarette. Hilda was a big
smoker.)
"Why didn't you cross over?" I asked.
"Didn't feel like it.
Didn't seem the right time. I wanted to have fun -- enjoy. I couldn't do that
before, you know."
"No, I didn't know," I said.
"How did you find
me?"
"I called out your name,
both names. I can do that now." (I paused, but
she didn't say anything.) "Lisa contacted me. She had a dream about you dying,"
I told Hilda.
"Have you been home? I
mean, the last place you lived at?" I asked her.
"Oh, yeah. Pissin' with them
people was fun. But I got kinda' bored, so I moved on."
"Have you been to see
your daughters?"
"From time to time. Not very often, though. They get along
fine without me. That Joanie, though. I've got a few things I'd like to tell her
though!" said Hilda.
"Why don't you?" I asked.
"What, now?"
I
nodded.
"Nope." (She crushed out her cigarette, but refused to explain
herself.) "Look. If you really can do what you say you can, tell my daughters I
love them; but I'm having fun now. Why can't anybody get that through their
thick heads!"
"So others have confronted you?" I inquired.
"Yup. And I
keep tellin' em I ain't ready to leave!"
"I know you know why Lisa had that
dream." (Hilda is just staring at me but she won't talk to me.) "Talk to me.
Make me understand," I asked her.
Someone came up from behind me and said,
"No, it is not time yet." (I got up and walked away with the angel. I don't know
who it was.)
"She didn't tell me because you came up behind me," I declared
to this being.
"That's true. She doesn't trust us."
"What can I
do?"
"Wait awhile, and see if she comes back to you. If not, we'll find her
again."
Two days later, I was on my way home
from work when Hilda came to me. She said she was ready to leave. I showed her
where the white light was. She threw down her cigarettes and walked in. Lisa's
dad was waiting for her. Not long ago, they had a party that lasted
for three earth days. I texted Lisa around that time, and she said she
wasn't surprised. It was her mom and dad's anniversary the day I texted her.
It seems to me that Hilda left us some clues as to how earthbound
spirits -- ghosts may
think.