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[MickD]

I'll have to intersperse a few stories in this thread.... Our first house that we bought had not been on the market and empty for a few years.  We thought that there might have been a death in the house, and the sellers do not have to disclose after a few years.  The realtor only told us that the prior owner's kids had been the sellers after she died......right.  

Before we moved in, my husband was working in the house late one night....he had pulled off the carpet on the stairs and was hammering down loose nails before the new carpet install.  He got back home just after midnight and was in a tizzy.  He said that he smelled a gassy death smell and felt dizzy in the stairwell and did as much hammering as he could before he got the heck out.  I was thinking oh great.  We moved in without incident, but he would smell the same smell at times, and I never smelled anything.  He would call her the "fart ghost". 

Months passed. It was a cold cloudy dreary day.  My toddler son was in daycare, so I decided to refinish the baseboards in the stairwell.  I am halfway done and on the landing in between the main and second floor.  I hear a woman's soft voice ....coming from within me and around me say "Good job."  I sat up straight and then just froze....thinking what the heck did I just hear?  I wasn't afraid and I never heard her again.  I don't know if she died in the stairwell or what....really kind of cool and creepy all at the same time!

[Jacie]

There is an interesting book out there called "Soul Sensing". The author is a Janice Carlson, it can be found on-line only I discovered.

It goes into how you can develop your own senses to "speak" with your past loved ones and pets.

[Bird mama]

Here's something kinda interesting.  My DH died and I was gutted by his death.  About a month after he passed I dreamed of him.  It felt more like a visitation, but I guess we can call it a dream.  Anyway, he was in the kitchen and I said, how are you?  I miss you?  You look good.  Are you making friends?  Hows your grandma and your dad?  Everybody in heaven doing alright?  He and I sat in the kitchen and talked and laughed for the longest time in that dream.

Now, in this dream, he was wearing a pair of casual pajama pants I had bought him shortly before he died.  He and I were the only folks who saw him in these pajama pants.

The next day, I'm talking to my middle sister on the phone.  I don't say a single thing to her about my dream.  She tells me, Bernie I had a dream but I don't want to upset you.  I said, you won't upset mem what was it.  She says, last night I had a dream of Butch (my nickname for DH).  I said, so how did he look to you?  She seemed surprised by my question but answered it.  She told me that he came to her in a dream to ask her to watch out for me and tell me that he loved me.

Since my family knew I was gutted, my BS test for her was, so do you remember what he was wearing in the dream - in any detail.

She described the exact same outfit, including the patterned pajama pants she'd never seen in real life.

I told her, wow, he had a busy night.  Wonder if he came to you before or after he came by to see me.

Really, what were the odds?

[Bird mama]

My Ma passed in 2010.  I've only heard her voice in my house since then twice.  The first time was June 2013.  My niece had dropped off an orphan sparrow baby (4 days old) that she found in her treeless yard.  I told her I would try to hand raise it.  It didn't hit me till that night (I had a vacation day that Friday) that I was working full time and had no idea how I was going to make this fly as it's not like I can take a baby bird into work with me.  That night before I fell asleep I said, Okay Francis (as in Saint - he and I are on first name basis) I could use some help here.  I also said, hey Ma, I haven't bothered you for a thing since you went to heaven, could you throw me a bone and help me figure out how I am going to save this bird?  You have the night to think about it - I gotta get some sleep.

So by the next afternoon (Saturday), I figured out how to keep the formula cold (lunch bag with ice packs) and warm it up (by the bird it's own thermos) and how I was going to time the feedings.

I was standing in my kitchen, all alone and said, okay how do I keep the bird warm between feedings.  It's naked and baby birds need to be kept really warm.  What in the hell am I going to use in the car in the parking garage to keep this bird warm.

My Ma says, like she is standing right next to me.  You got a hot water bottle don't you?  Without even thinking I said, Ma you're a genius, thanks as I dashed into the basement to find the hot water bottle.

I ended up buying a second water bottle and rotated the hot water bottle with each feeding.

Incidentally, Presto is over 3 years old now and is  a happy little bird.

[Julie928]

@Bird mama ~ I love this, and I love how you care for our beautiful birds!  Each and every one is important and deserves a fair shot at life.

The stories about pets got me thinking about something else that happened about 7 years ago.  Our dog Max had just passed away.  I took it very hard.  For years Max and I lived together and we had been through a lot.  I couldn't stand not having a dog so my husband and I went to a local shelter and adopted Dres, our Plott Hound / Coonhound mix.  She was only three months old at the time.  I remember the night we brought her home I was sitting on the bed with her, still missing Max.  Dres jumped up and started staring at something in the corner, all the while wagging her tail.  At first thought I was praying it wasn't a mouse, lol!  Then she started getting into puppy play-mode and jumped off the bed and started running through the house as if she was chasing something.  There was nothing there that I could see, but she definitely saw something ~ I believe it was Max giving me his seal of approval for his new little sister.  :-)

[Bird mama]

@Julie928

My last dog's name was Max also.

[Bird mama]

I've also had a couple of experiences where I've had a sign someone was going to pass.  I don't know how else to describe it.

My husband died a couple of months before my father.  I think my father was unwell for a while before coming clean.  My sister noticed his legs were swelling and he said he didn't want to go to the hospital so she told me.  I could get my Dad to move off dead center on things because frankly he was given no choice.

Now my Dad had COPD and periodic congestive heart failure that reverses is not that uncommon.

The day I took my Dad to the hospital, roughly 2 months after my husband, we were in the ER - he was in a treatment room, had not yet been admitted.

In less than 30 minutes, three people named Terry came in to see my Dad.  The nurse, the respiratory therapist and the phlebotomist (blood person in case I spelled that wrong).

My husband's name was Terry.  All 3 of the medical people (2 women and 1 man) spelled their name Terry.  

Once my Dad was settled in the room, when I got home to my Ma's house, I told her and my sister - he is not long for this world, don't ask me to explain how I know, I just know.

About a week before my Dad passed, I came home from work and went into the basement to do a load of wash.  There was a small puddle of water in the middle of the floor - not near any drain that could have backed up and not under any water pipes.  I had no ruptured pipes or anything to explain the water.

My middle sister called me (the one who dreamt of my hubbie) and said, hey, I had the strangest thing happen to me today.  I said, really, like what?  She said it was something weird in the house.  I said, hmm, bet it can't compare to me finding a small puddle of water in the middle of the basement floor that has no explanation.

She dropped the phone.  When she picked it up she said how did you know?  

[IlliniGirl88]

My husband and I were staying in an old, but very nice B&B in the historic district of Savannah, GA.  We were sound asleep, but were both immediately awakened by what sounded like one end of the bench, at the foot our bed, being picked up and dropped!  You could actually feel the thud.  We both sat straight up at the same time, and I thought that I was going to see someone staring at me from the foot of our bed.  Our door was locked and no one was in our room.  This was about 3:00 a.m.

The next morning, I casually mentioned what happened to the innkeeper.  They said that guests staying in the room beside ours would report strange things, but had never heard anything concerning the room we were in.  All I know is that I'm not a light sleeper and whatever it was, got our attention.

[Bird mama]

Actually after reading the posts here, I'm kinda glad most of my spooky things aren't really that spooky - more or less loved ones giving me advice or a head's up that I need to brace for something.  I don't know that I could handle a real ghosty.

[IlliniGirl88]

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@RazorSharp wrote:

I told this story last year, but I'll repeat it here.  When my sister was in college, she lived in the furnished basement in my grandparent's house. She started complaining that she was hearing the whispers of multiple voices which would wake her up in the middle of the night. She claimed it sounded like a crowd of people whispering, but she could never understand what they were saying. My family was very concerned that this was a sign of mental illness. About a week after it started happening, she left to go on vacation with her friends for the Fourth of July. I often spent the night at my grandparent's house in one of the upstairs bedrooms. They had more family visiting for the Fourth, so I was asked to stay in my sister's bedroom in the basement to accommodate the other guests. The evening of the Fourth, I awoke in the middle of the night. Since it was the basement, and the bedroom door was closed, it was pitch black. There were no windows. At first I thought I was dreaming, but soon realized I was wide awake. It sounded like something was happening in the next room. It was like people were whispering, sort of like how you'd imagine the sounds coming out of a room you were about to enter where people would jump out and scream, "Surprise! Happy Birthday!" It was like they were hushing each other. Suddenly, the whispering stopped altogether, and it was completely silent. About five seconds passed, and in the silence I hear, clear as day, a single, loud whisper say, "Wait, that's not her."

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@RazorSharp  -  That is creepy!  Do you know the history of the home?