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| Sandra's Ghost |
| My wife has a friend that said she was seeing something in her hallway. She was seeing a man in her hall at night and even called the cops because she thought someone broke into her home. So instead of sleeping in her room at the end of this hall with no way out other than to go through the area she saw the guy, she would sleep in the living room on the couch, facing this hallway and her daughter's room. She kept seeing him or hearing him in that hall so the first time she met me she asked me about it. At this time I knew nothing about where the guy was appearing, what he did , or nothing. She just said that she had been seeing a guy in her house, and I said, "Right there?" and went into the hall. I had stopped right in the spot where she said he was. She was like, "Uh...yeah..." so I closed my eyes and stood there for a second just trying to shut out everything else and feel what the hell it was. So I'm standing there and then my buddy John who had came with my wife and son and I came over where I was. He asked me to leave that part of the hall so he could try and feel whatever it may be there. He's not as sensitive as I am in the least, but can feel "it" to a certain extent. So I step out of the hall and go back into the living room. He walks into the hall, and what he calls his "Chill factor" kicked in hardcore. He shivered a bit, and then rubbed his arms and laughed and was like, "Oh yeah there's something there." Then we all went into the dining room just off the living room to play cards. So we're sitting there playing cards, and I keep getting the feeling I need to go back into the hall. Like I HAVE to. So I just get up mid game and go back into the area right at the front of the hall where the door to her daughter's room is and stand there. I brace myself on the walls and lower my head and shut my eyes and what I'm starting to get is an overwhelming sad feeling. So I'm standing there, trying to get what the hell is going on and I start seeing images in my head of a young woman, an Indian woman in my head sitting on the ground with her legs out to her side holding onto what is either her son or her husband or brother or something. He's dying and she is crying and crying... ...and I just started bawling like a little kid. I mean tears and sobbing like crazy. John jumps up and runs over to me but won't dare touch me, because he's afraid of what may happen or what he may feel if he does touch me when I'm all "connected" like that. So I open my eyes and I'm like, "Damn what was that?" and John goes, "HOLY **** DUDE..." so I wipe my face off and just go back to the table and sit, trying to figure out what just went down. Ever since then, there has been no more man in her hall. |