I don't know when I actually started smelling ghosts. I do remember, when I was a kid, I would smell all kinds of things that no one else did. Onions cooking, flowers in the dead of winter, unfamiliar perfumes (my mother never used perfume, allergy), and sometimes I'd wake in the middle of the night smelling apple pie! All these scents, and others, my young mind passed off as imagination, since I was told that's what was happening.
As I grew older, my interest in the paranormal grew, also. I discovered that I wasn't alone in smelling these "phantom" scents. The term for this type of mediumship is Clairalience. I would like to recount some of my most recent experiences with this gift.
While living in the house where my Christmas ghosties story began, I would often get a whiff of an open fire; that earthy, campfire sort of scent. Even in the summer, when here in the Mojave you'd be insane to even light your phony gas fireplace, and open burning is prohibited due the drought. When we moved to the house where the Christmas ghost story continues, on several occasions, I smelled the scent of what I can only describe as burnt roses, like a rose candle that had been snuffed.
This year, on my Dad's birthday, Father's Day, and the anniversary of his passing, I got the very distinct smell of Old Spice, his choice of aftershave. My husband doesn't use Old Spice, and we didn't have any visitors on those occasions.
In February or March (I know Miracles! I can see your finger wagging LOL) I began to be awakened by the scent of what I thought was cherry blossoms. This continued for a couple of weeks. It was plenty of time for me to check out the neighborhood to see if I could discover the source, but it was too early in the year for blossoms or flowers of any sort to be blooming. I would wake to the scent and start sniffing everything: my husband, my pajamas, the sheets and blankets, the dog, myself (including my arm pits haha) . Then I'd get up and start my nightly trek around the house; sometimes on my hands and knees, sniffing the carpet!
Then one night I'd stayed up fairly late because I was off the next day. Here's a copy of a post in a discussion group on facebook the next morning: "So I stayed up last night WAAAAYYY beyond my normal bed time... I was lying on my stomach, right hand tucked under me, left arm above my head, facing left... As I dosed off the clock read 2:07 am... We live in a gated community of old people, so we had some of the windows open... A few minutes later, I heard a couple of men outside laughing and talking, and what sounded to me like a very small dog barking... So I got up to investigate... My Chihuahua got up with me, and as I watched him, trying not to stumble over him, I noticed a bunch of little black blobs about the same size as him, running and playing with him... I was still hearing the men outside, and was feeling very groggy, stumbling and avoiding the blobs (thinking to myself 'wow, shadow puppies' LOL) and my dog frolicking around my feet and down the hall... I made my way to the living room where there were all kinds of little blobs jumping all over the furniture and running around and generally wreaking havoc, so I yelled, "How the hell many of you are there?"...And suddenly, out of nowhere I felt a bang against my stomach, like a small child slamming into me and wrapping their arms around my waist... I looked down to see the top of a child's head, their face buried in the pit of my left elbow as I hugged, and stroked the their hair with my right hand..."who are you? Who ARE you?"...A muffled name like "roshan"..."Roxanne?" I asked... As the name left my lips, I opened my eyes, and I was in bed, in the same position as I described above... I looked at the clock: 2:16..." One detail that I'd thought was insignificant at the time was that as I entered the living room, to my left was a large bush that I batted away, before I yelled at the puppies.
The thing about this experience is, I felt the impact, felt her hair, her breath on my arm, her arms squeezing me, etc. The next day, I did some research on a name I associated with "Roxanne". I don't want to go into detail, as I feel I shouldn't reveal the exact name out of respect to the child and her family. Suffice it to say, that this child had been abducted, raped and murdered by a "friend" of her family's; lured away from the comfort of her bed with the promise that she could play with his puppy, which she adored, as her father was passed out drunk on the couch, and her mother was out at the movies for the evening. Her body was found in a scrubby area, beneath a blackberry bush, covered with dead blackberry brambles. I feel was smelling blackberry blossoms.
The most recent event happened about two weeks ago. I was in my bathroom cutting my hair. I started smelling a foul odor, so I turned the exhaust fan on. It didn't help, and the odor continued to worsen, to the point where I was gagging, and lasted for at least two to three hours. Now, understand that bad smells don't bother me. I'm married with children, after all!
My son and daughter came over, and we went to the store. After we got home, I went back into the bathroom to color my hair (the smell had disappeared by this time). My husband and son went somewhere, and he then took my son home.
When he returned, he discovered the door to the hot water heater wide open (it has a slide bar lock) and the pilot light was out. We live in a manufactured home, similar to a mobile home, so the hot water and heat pump have their own 'closets' on the outside of the home.
There was no one working on the gas lines, no one had 'used' the other bathroom, trash had been picked up earlier in the morning, no drain cleaner had been used in the drains; and there wasn't any wind to speak of that day that was strong enough to open the locked door and blow out the pilot. My dogs slept soundly through it all, so if a person had done it, they would have alerted.
If this was, as many would believe, an evil entity or demon, I think they didn't stick around because I was more curious than scared. In fact, I had no sense of fear, whatsoever. I found it very odd, and interesting. LOL!