| Family Stories |
| In the late 1960's and early 1970's my Mother's side of the family had a cottage. All the family members were welcome to go to the cottage when they could. They had a lot of great times relaxing, swimming and doing all the things one would do in such an environment. However, the cottage itself could ruin a seemingly innocent trip. Many times people left soon after arriving or stayed only for a day. The noises and disturbances could keep people awake all night. My parents were especially bothered by the strange phenomenon. My Mother has often said that when driving up to the house there was a growing sense of doom. When looking at the house you could get shivers. The windows were shaped and placed in such as a way that they looked like a face. When she was changing or alone in a room it was particularly uncomfortable. One always felt they were being watched. Sometimes when they all went to the beach or out somewhere they would return to find all the cabinets and drawers opened wide when they knew they had been closed before. One night my parents remember hearing footsteps and groaning coming from the attic. All the people who had come up to the cottage that day were sleeping in the same room. In fact my parents had made a note of this. The footsteps were heavy and very frightening. Another time my parents were sleeping in pack sacks in the kitchen near the wood stove which was the warmest area of the cottage. They were woken up by the sound of a floor heating fan going on by itself (this fan had a flip switch!). My Father asked my Mother if she'd had turned it on. Certainly she had not. My Father got up and turned it off only to have the fan button click up again. My parents had enough of feeling uncomfortable, packed up and left. Years later an uncle of mine told us that they had come upon the property. The new owners of the land had burned the cottage down. When questioned the new owners were evasive and somewhat defensive. They had built another new home much further away. Interesting Fact: The owner prior to my Mother's family had, had an accident where he'd cut his arm off...hmmmmm....strange..... |
| Many other members of my family have experienced things which are considered out of the ordinary. We share them with each other quite openly. I believe that our general acceptance of the afterlife has promoted more supernatural activity. My Greatgrandfather (on my Fathers side) loved his Clydesdale horses. They were not exclusively pets though, they helped him make his living as a delivery man. Well, there came a time when my Greatgrandfather became old and sick. My grandfather went to the hospital to see him. Near the end of visiting hours my Grandfather was told by the nurse that there was little they could do anymore...it was simply a matter of time before it would all end. Accepting this he went home. Around the time he was coming home my Grandmother and her sister were together and spending the night in eachother's company in the livingroom. All of a sudden a very loud sound was heard just outside their window. The definitive sound of a whip...more specifically a horse whip doubly hitting the window. Both my grandmother and her sister were startled and quite confused. Shortly after my Grandfather arrived and was told about this. In his gut I think he knew what this foretold. In an hour the hospital called to inform my Grandfather that his Father was no longer alive. Visitations from deceased relatives is very common in my family. Here's a few more which illustrate the power a soul has to deliver a message of survival to their family. My GrandFather (on my Mother's side) and my Grandmother were preparing to go to bed. When they had layed down they suddenly heard footsteps which led to a rocking chair in the corner of their room. Then the chair began to rock. My Grandfather was in disbelief at this sight and he squinted and rubbed his eyes in an effort to clarify what exactly he was seeing. It was not his imagination apparently. Both Grandparents could plainly see the rocking chair gently moving back and forth. Within a short time the phone rang. My Grandfather's Father had passed away unexpectantly. My Aunt (my Mother's sister) was alone in her home. She'd just recently attended her Mother's funeral and she felt drained. She was preparing for bed (this "going to bed scenario" happens often in my family and I find it strange). She was getting comfortable in her bed and just drifting off to sleep. Thats when she felt a heaviness sit on the other side of the bed. She thought her husband had arrived early from his late shift. She called out his name and asked why her husband was home so early. She looked to other side of the bed and saw she was alone. Very afraid now, my Aunt got up and turned every light on in the house and waited until her husband came home. You see she believes as most of us do that this was my Grandmother. She was obese in life and so the heaviness on the other side of the bed made complete sense. Upon her death My Grandmother (mentioned above) also visited her sister. Her sister was busy doing something in her kitchen and when she turned she saw her sister (my Grandmother) standing in the doorway. She had a glowing smile on her face. Her sister asked her aloud, "What are you doing here". That's when she remembered her sister had died only a few days before. My Grandmother didn't answer her question, she merely disappeared. My Mother was trying to sleep as well one night shortly after her Father had died. While she had a passing thought of him she felt a cold kiss push up against her face. She could see no one but knew for certain who this had been. |
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