This is my first story on this site, or any site for that matter. I have been a fan of this site for a couple of years and have finally summoned the courage to tell my tale and ask my questions. I am not a writer or author by any means but I will try to give you some background as best I can.
I did not have a good relationship with my biological father at all. He did things to me that I will not mention on here. I did have a great relationship with my grandmother, his mother. My grandmother passed in August of 1998 under what my family considers suspicious circumstances and the same with my father. My step-mom was entirely in charge of her care and we didn't trust her. We, unfortunately lived 1400 miles away from them and we were only able to get filtered information that she would "allow" us to have. All of that being said, here is my problem, for lack of a better word.
In the 10 years that passed between my grandma and dad passed I would have dreams about her telling me this one statement: "The proof is in the basement" or, "You need to get to the basement and find the proof". I would wake up in cold sweats and tears. I talked to my sisters and they said there really wasn't anything we could do about it because there was no way my step-mom was going to allow us in the house that she now moved into with my dad and their kids.
I still continued to have them but they started changing in nature. They went from being a request for help to more of a warning that it was going to happen again. Well sure enough I got the call that my father's spleen had ruptured and they were keeping him on life support until my sister and I could make the journey from Texas to Michigan. I had no intention of going but my husband insisted telling me I would never have closure if I didn't go. So off we went. He was never conscious when we were there but I did sit next to him and told him that I forgave him for all the abuse that he had put me through and that I wished him to pass in peace. We turned off the machines and he slowly passed but the only person that I could focus on was my step mom. When he finally passed she had the most un-nerving grin on her face that gives me chills to this day. His body was donated for research and finally cremated.
Two weeks after he passed I started having dreams again. This time it was both of them insisting that I needed to get in the house and get to the basement to get the proof. Then I noticed things being moved in my room. Pictures of my grandma would be moved or jewelry would be just sitting out when I know it was put away. I have seen my father on a couple of occasions asking me to help. I have had more events happening in my home. Only in my bedroom. Nothing that has ever affected my daughters or any other part of the house only where I have the things that my grandma gave.
So here is my question. Could this really be them telling me that what we have feared is true and that I can find the proof if I can make my way into the basement? I have never been in my grandma's basement, I was always told it was too dangerous but my father told me in one of my dreams to be careful of the bottom step because it's broken and he didn't want me to injure my knee again. He never knew I had knee surgery and he told me about a crawl space where what I needed would be found. When I described this to my mom she turned white as a sheet. I apparently had described the basement in great detail even though I have never been in it.
I don't know what to do. The activity in the house doesn't bother me. I have always been fascinated with spirits or the such, whatever word you prefer, but if my family is truly trying to send me a message I am afraid of what might happen if I ignore it.
Sorry this was so long. I knew you would need some background. I am open for suggestions and any questions you may have.