My Daddy's death and the hooded figure - It was 1990 and I was living in a trailer. My parents were divorced and I was in the room where I could watch TV and do my homework at the same time. I was 17 that the time.
It was evening after supper. I was feeling something was not right but couldn't put my finger on what. I was feeling something like tapping on my right shoulder. I looked to my right and all I could see was the bed and window but nothing else was there so I just went back to my business. Suddenly, I heard my mom calling me and I looked to my left. She looked at me and said "come in the living area with me". I said "ok" but I noticed her face was red like she had been crying... Something was wrong I thought so I went and followed her and I saw my uncle sitting across from me and she looked at me and gave me the bad news that daddy had died. I got up quickly and began crying. I was angry. I found out he had a heart attack although he was very young.
One year later 1991 when I was 18, I lived in my own trailer next to mom's trailer. I was ready for bed and it was dark when I noticed that by my bed near my window, there was a dark figure. It had a robe on and a hood over the head-I don't know what, it just kind of gave me the chills and I covered myself until I fell asleep. I did try to tell mom but, like all parents, she didn't believe in these things.
I know I had a hard time believing what I had seen or felt but I am getting used to it.
Papaw is that you - September 7, 2004 I was thirty. I had just gone sleep that night so I Don't know if its dream that he visited me that night; just to talk and such. He is my mother's father who was a very strict and good man, also a very strong Christian and a very good husband to my mamaw and his children and grandchildren.
The next morning my mom woke me up with bad news and said something happened to papaw and started to cry. I didn't cry because I don't want to believe it; I get the feeling that he died in my dreams.
That September morning we had to get moving to go over to my mom's home town to go to my papaw's funeral. Yes I did start to cry to see him look like he was asleep in that coffin, that day very peacefully. What happened is that he died in his sleep on that morning my mamaw tried to wake him up, but couldn't. I guess it was his time for him to go home to go to be with his family before us. September 2009, we moved to the new house after 2005. I was going to take my nap and I sensed a strong odour like tobacco; and I was like hmm... I know that smell. I guess that my papaw visited me in new house, just like my daddy did the one with the smoking. My family doesn't use tobacco. Only him and his older son my uncle but he doesn't live with us he lives with his mom, my mamaw.
Was that My Step Uncle - This is a recent experience that happened to me.
This October I believe I saw my step father's late brother. It was 11 AM and my mother, step father and I were leaving to go get something to eat. I walked out of the house heading to the car when I saw a man who resembled my step uncle sitting in an old chair my step father had gotten from somewhere. He had white hair and he was very thin. I'm not sure why he decided to visit me. What do y'all think? Is it good or bad to see a relative and why did he want to show himself to me?
On Halloween I was taking pictures of myself in between trick'n' treating and on my camera was a white streak that looks like a person. My friend thinks it's an angel or it could be a ghost. I don't know how to share pictures on this site. Can someone tell me how to upload it so I can show it?
My Aunt's Experience - I see that you all read my three stories. Mother told me a story about my aunt who lives in an old house in New Orleans. My aunt was ready to go to bed this particular night. She was about to lay down when she noticed there was a shadow of the little boy. The little boy seemed lost and confused. My aunt was not afraid. He was just a little boy and wanted some attention. She let him be seen by her, she completely understood. She believed that he died in the house. She is comfortable and patient with this little shadow of the little boy.
My mother finally believed me about ghosts as she saw the picture of mytles plantations. I am glad she did and we are talking about it and she not afraid about it anymore. We enjoyed our time until she told me about my aunt's story.
I know it not a scary story, but nevertheless I hope you enjoyed this story.
The Governess Chloe was not there before I took the picture I know it is weird. But we did have fun there and enjoyed our trip there that Sunday morning.
The Myrtles Plantation - It was May 2009 this year and as a gift from mom as a get well since I was in the hospital, Mother and I went to The Myrtles Plantation. After we got there it was great and I took pictures. When we got there and got out of the car, to my left I thought I saw a shape of a person but it was not there when I turned around to look. We went on a tour after 10:00 am and took pictures outdoors and indoors.
The tour lady let me go first and I did because I had my walker with me. I entered the haunted house. Inside it was very beautiful and old, too. I noticed in the mirror was a hand and the tour lady said there's a face in the mirror. Creepy, huh? But nothing happened when I was there until I sat on my walker seat and something pulled the foot rest on the walker and I jumped out. Mother noticed and asked me what was wrong. I said nothing because she doesn't believe in ghosts.
I did take all kinds of pictures. Later on I got the film and noticed something. There was a slave inside. I could tell she had a wrap around her head and she was seated down in front of the house inside. My mother noticed and my ex-boyfriend noticed too. So did my stepfather. This is my first experience about that ghost since the hooded figure.
Thank You for reading...