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I have many people who are passed away and I think about that constantly. There have
been a lot of things in my house during periods, but not continuously. Some are minor;
others are a little weird.
Once when my dog and cat were securely locked in the cage for the day, we left. When I
arrived home, in the living room, all the blankets were stacked neatly in the middle of the
room. The bean bag was on top and the couch cushions were stacked neatly in the corner
of the room. I thought there was a burglar. I grabbed my cell phone, dialed 911, and had my
thumb on "send." Then I slowly walked up stairs, grabbed a pistol and walked to the bottom
of the steps. My dad came home when I was at the bottom, got his revolver and we
searched the house. All the windows and doors were locked. Our animals were still in the
cages and I know the front door was locked. We let it slide. Then when my father and I got
back from church the next Sunday and arrived to an empty house, the same thing happened
again. We didn't even bother to check the house.
One day when I was home alone, I kept hearing my name being called over in the corner of
the room. Then my dog was barking at the corner and showing her teeth, as if someone
was there. I managed to calm her down and blessed myself. A little later, there was a
laundry basket on the other side of the room. My dog started to bark again (I thought at my
cat). Then the basket fell over, rolled to my feet, then rolled back and stood up. I had
enough. I put my dog in the cage, put on shoes and ran as fast as I could to my great
grandfather's house that was one mile away. Later my grand mom, who has a very close
relationship with God, took me home. I went to the top of my steps, and then went to the
bathroom. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a black shadow standing in my mom and dad's
room. I shot down the steps and into my grandparent's van. My grandmother convinced me
to come in and she put holy water in every room of the house. Then for about a month,
everything was quiet until my great grandfather gave us a cross. I made sure it was tight on
the wall. About an hour later, I heard my floor squeak as if something were walking. The
cross shot down to the floor untacked. When I reached for it, the Jesus fell off and I thought I
heard laughter. I just ignored it.
Apart from that, when I was sleeping a while ago, I heard a squeak and turned to see an
elderly woman standing by my closet. I smiled at her and reached for my holy water. When I
turned around and she was gone. The next day when I went to my great grandpa's house, I
happened to look at a picture on the wall and I saw the lady. I ran it down to my grandma
and she informed me that was my great grandma who died three days after I was born. She
never saw me when I was a baby.
Another time when I was in my rec room, I heard a noise behind the door to my basement. I
opened it thinking my cat was trapped in there. I saw what looked like a person with no legs
and a missing left hand; but he was floating. I slowly closed the door and when I was asleep
that night, I thought of my great uncle who served in WWII. He suffered wounds that made
him lose both legs from the knee down and his left arm.
Besides this, when I was at the Eastern State Pen, I was the only one in solitary confinement.
I said out loud, "It must suck to live here." I heard a voice say, "You have no f****** idea!" I
turned around and ran out. Then I asked my dad, like any other nine year old would, "What
does f****** mean." He asked me where I heard it, and I said, "From the man in there." He
went in there and found no one.
Another time when my sister was seven, she was walking home from the pool. She and her
friend walked across the street when a car was driving by at about 60 MPH. The car hit her
and she flew into the air. When she was about a foot from the ground, she slowly was
placed on the ground like someone was holding her or caught her in mid-air. The bumper
was broke, but she got up and ran to her room. The man was amazed. Luckily seconds
after that, an ambulance and police squad came around for no reason, and the man fled. My
sister refused medical treatment, but my grandmother convinced her to let them look at her.
She had no injuries - not even a bruise.
The last thing that happened to me was I awoke in the middle of the night. I went into the
hallway and saw a man staring into my parent's room. I thought it was my dad. I whispered
to him, and when he turned around he was in 1950's clothing. Then, the face was of my
dad's father who died of lung cancer in 1988. He turned around to me and said, "No, Teo.
It's just me, your other grandfather - the one you're named after. I just wanted to check on
you and your family. Tell your grandmother I miss her." Then he said other things that
happened after his death. We had a little conversation and he slowly disappeared. When I
told my dad the next day, he said I was dreaming. Most recently, he said he was sorry and
he saw him, too. My father thought he was going to lose our house. My grand pop and the
parish deacon (who recently died) appeared in a dream and said "Don't worry. You're not
going to lose the house. You'll get some money tomorrow." Then an old friend of my dad's
came to town. He is very wealthy and offered my dad a large sum of money and said not to
pay him back.
Another thing that happened to my dad was when he was a park ranger. He and a K9
officer where searching a building (someone thought a hobo broke into the Edgar Allen Poe
house, again) when they entered the basement. A loud moaning was heard. The dog tried
to run fast up the steps, but couldn't. My father pumped his Remington and checked his
revolver. The other officer cocked his pistol. My father kicked open the door, the moaning
stopped and the dog gave a big bark. A window opened by itself. After that, they called for
more officers and they all searched the house. They found no one.
These are just some of the things that happened to me. When I tell people about these
stories, they claim I'm a psychic or a medium. I don't care what they say. All I know is I've
been interested in the paranormal.
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