The reason I have named this story: Bits and Pieces is that I have had little events happen to me in all my 46 years of living. They are too small to put into a long story but I feel that they are interesting enough to be told.
The earliest event that I can remember was when I was 4. We lived in Alabama and the house that we lived in- I was able to have my own bedroom. One night after mom had tucked me and my sister in for the night - I was lying there on my stomach (to this day I sleep on my stomach - I mention this because of another event that happen to me later on) trying to go to sleep when I felt like little fingers tickling me on my right side. I jumped up and looked down at the floor on the right side of my bed - I saw nothing - so I lay back down - when I felt it again. I got out of bed and went to the door and stood there for a moment, debating if I should tell my mom (when I was growing up - there was NO getting out of bed for ANYTHING - if you did- it meant severe punishment - meaning that you were yelled at or worst a spanking) So I gathered my courage - and went out into the hall and told mom that there was someone in my room and they would not let me sleep because they kept tickling me. Of course I was sent back to bed with the promise of a spanking if I got out of my bed again. So I got back to my room and looked under the bed - nothing - so I climbed into bed and tried to go to sleep - once again I felt the tickling - I sat up in bed and whispered to whatever it was that they needed to stop or they were going to cause me to get a spanking and I needed to go to sleep. I lay down once again and that was the end of that - there was no more tickling.
Through my younger years I have heard my name called - I was always told it was the devil trying to get you in trouble - never believed that - LOL. The times it would happen I would go and search for the "voice" asking my family members or friends if they called me and the answer was always no. The "voice" was always a whispering sort. I have not heard the "voice" in many years - but when it happened it ALWAYS got my attention.
Whenever I was alone in dark places - such as the basement and when I would be coming up the stairs - I would always feel a presence behind me - it would always make the hairs on my neck stand - which would make me climb those stairs at a very fast pace. It did not happen all the time - but when it did - I took off running.
I was around 13 or 14 years old - and all day I had this uneasy feeling - like something bad was going to happen - when it came time for bed - I still had that uneasy feeling - I prayed that the feeling would go away - when I felt the edge of my bed go down - as if someone sat down - as soon as it happened - the feeling of dread went away - I always knew that this was my guardian angel.
Now for a spooky moment - after I married my third husband - we were married for about 2 years - one night I was trying to go to sleep and I heard voices - it sounded like a million of them talking at once - I did not like it and sat up in bed - my husband asked me what was wrong - I told him I had a cramp - that I would be ok in a minute - there was no way I was going to tell him that I heard voices - he might have thought he was married to a crazy woman - that has been the only time that has happened to me. But the thing that really got to me was a few nights later - I woke myself up because I was growling and gnashing my teeth together - this happened 3 or 4 times and each time it happened - it scared me - I felt it was evil - and I wanted no part of that - I started praying and reading my bible - it has been several years since that has happen - and it is NOT welcome back.
I guess you can say I save the best for last - but that will be up to you.
About 3 years ago - my husband and I were homeless - he had lost his job and we were having a very hard time. We had to go live with my husband's sister and brother-in-law. They lived (still do) in a tiny three bedroom trailer - the trailer is an old 80's style trailer. The bedroom that we had was toward the back of the trailer while his sister and brother-in-law slept toward the front.
One evening, Steve (Mike's brother-in-law) was telling us that a woman had been murdered in the bathroom across the hall from our bedroom - of course we were like - "do you have proof" - Steve took us to the bathroom to show where bullet holes had apparently - gone through the bathroom door - and was later (poorly) covered - because you could still see the holes while inside the bathroom. The angle of the bullet holes as my hubby and Steve concluded must have come from the direction of OUR bedroom - Steve stated that the murderer must have been standing at the foot of where our bed was - aimed at the bathroom and killed the woman while she sat on the toilet. We all had a laugh at that - but Steve later said that he was serious - because there were several times that he and Lisa (Mike's sister) had seen a shadowed figure in the hallway - and one time he was in the shower and looked out through the glass plate shower door and saw a woman with long black hair looking through the door at him - Steve said he quickly opened the door - to find no one there.
Both Steve and Lisa said that several times they would be in the living room watching TV and would hear the distinct sound of someone walking across the kitchen floor - Steve would go and check it out only to find nothing there. I'm thinking great - another ghost - bet it will try to make contact with me - I figured that would happen - since I had already been having things happen to me.
I was right - not a good ghost though - a few nights later I went to bed - (laying on my stomach - I always lay on my stomach and I always wake up on my stomach) I must have been asleep for several hours - (and to tell you'll the truth I thought this was a bad dream at first - but was too real to be a dream) - I was on my back - I could not move - I felt something lying on me and it was trying to kiss me - I could not open my eyes nor could I move - whatever it was - it was short - because as it laid on me - its body only covered half of my body - and I'm a short woman (5'4") as this thing tried to kiss me - I closed my lips tight and would not let it kiss me -I was shaking very bad - but I was fighting with this thing - it tried to kiss me several times - but I would not let it - and then it was like it gave up - and I quickly turned back onto my stomach - and went back to a sound sleep.
The next morning - I told Steve and Lisa what had happen - and Steve cracked a joke and said it was probably Stewart - their tiny little dog. Well, I just don't think it was the dog mainly because our door was shut and locked and this thing weighed a ton - because I remember having trouble breathing. I'm assuming it was the spirit of the woman - but I really do not know - I sure would like someone to explain it to me if they can.