I have heard alot of ghost stories,and they all have to deal with my mom,my brother,and me.My mom has said to me that she has always thought that she and her kids had a special gift of some kind.So here I'am going to tell you of some experiences that I have had or heard of from my family.
It was the middle of January and my brother was 8 months old.Only my mom and her son remained in the house on a snowy cold night.My mother had her room facing living room and past the living room was my brothers room where he slept.My mom had the distinct feeling to check on my brother(Joe).For some reason she felt rushed and anxious to get there.She checked on him,yet he was sleeping soundly in his bed.She looked up from the crib and out the window.On the window was ice.It was ice so thick she could barely scrape it off with her nail.The funny thing is, is that the ice was on the inside of the window,yet she had turned a heater on in Joe's bedroom to keep him extra warm.She glanced at the ice,and in the reflection she saw was a dark figure that should have been placed right in the door way,behind her.She slowly turned her head around,and to her utter fear was a tall and burly buff white man standing there.His menacing blue eyes poured in to hers for a second until he started to laugh.A laugh so harsh that she doubled-back into the wall.He stood there for one more second laughing at her until he vanished.Absentmindedly she had took Joe into her arms and sat there cowering on the floor.To her surprise the room had gone to cold,to almost seeing your breath.My mom took Joe and stayed with a friend until she could find another place.
When my mom was 4 months old she had devoloped a deathly pneumonia when my grandparents were on there way to visit my Aunt Pat in Florida.It was midnight and they were going on and off roads trying to find some kind of life or hospital.After hours of searching they were hopeless,but still kept driving.Out of the blue a huge house was just down the road.My grandma had noticed that all the windows had bright lights shooting out to make it look like a party was going on.My grandpa slowed in front,willing to ask for diections.Before they got to the door an old wirey man came out and greeted them with a smile.After asking,he told them the directions to the nearest town.They thanked him and thanked him. With one last look at the man and house they left towards his directions.
They found the town, and the doctors said that if they were any later my mom would not have made it.
After a week in the hospital my grandparents wen texactly the way they came back to the old man and brightly lit house,but it was not there.No trace,nothing,zip.My grandparents told me that they thought the old man was a guardian angel working overtime to make sure my mom live.
Another experience happened with my mom and I.This story or any other of mine you may not believe,but regardless of what you think they ARE true.
We moved from Clarkston WA to Yakima WA in the summer of 2003.We stayed with my grandparents for most of the summer while scouting for houses to live in.One inparticular house was a 4+ bedroom with 3 bathrooms,living area,dining room,kitchen,1 acre of yard next to stream and everything that we were looking for,for only $650 a month.My mom,step-dad,my sister(Jonna)and I all went to look at this splendid sounding house.
Whe we got there, it was huge.It was a blue tiled house with a huge yard.After checking out the house and deciding which room would go to who,we decided to check out the old barn,airplane garage and stream.The stream was concreted in.There was tons of trees overhead,almost like a forest.I remember seeing a white U-shaped doorway in the middle of thew trees about 75 feet away,so I decided to check it out.I started to skip towards it,when I got this dreaded feeling that something was coming toward me.Right after I had that feeling my mom said Jac,don't get too far from me.I kinda felt something and heard the urgency in her voice,but shrugged off the feeling and skipped the other way towards the barn.
That night I had a dream that we had got the house and were cleaning up the yard.I was raking in the front and looked towards the forest area where the stream was.A tall skinnny man with long black hair was swiftly walking towards me.Sensing danger,I dropped my rake and jumped over a low chicken wire fence.My mom happened to be right there picking up trash.She looked at me and seeing my fear said what?what's the matter?I hugged her and pointed towards the way I had run from.Now,instead of a a man,there was a demon standing there staring at us.The demon had large wings and was fully naked,but his whole body was a peachish pink.After I saw the demon I woke up.
The next day I wasd in the car with my mom,coming back from the bank when I told her about my dream.My mom had a shocked expression on her face and said Jaclyn,yesterday I told you to stay by me because I had seen a dark figure moving towards you.It was in that same area that the demon in your dream coming from.I was shocked.Me and my mom had an experience together that was so unexplainable that I didn't even want to tell my best friend for fear of thginking that I'm crazy.We never got that house,instead we rented a smaller house next to a meat factory.6 months later a family was killed from a burglary in that house.If we would have got that house,which we would have if my mom hadn't told my step-dad and begged not to get that house,we would have been killed just like that family.In a way I feel guilty because we could have been killed and not them,but in another way I'm glad me and my mom have a weird connection.
Thanks for reading my story.