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Here is a submission with an international flair... You'll never eat fig newtons again without thinking of Elena's tale...
Two for Twenty...
Submitted by: "Elena Georgiou Pieridou"
Hailing from: Nicosia
Where it happened: Cyprus
Posted on: 6/7/03
This
happened to me and my sister (Zena) when I was 22 and my
sister 18. It doesn't freak me out anymore. I sort of think that me and my
sister helped someone find their peace.
About four years ago, me and my sister went for a ride with the car up to a
coast city, Larnaka, about 30 minutes from my house in Nicosia. We drove
up to a village called Pyla and there I visited my boyfriend (husband
today) who was serving in the army at the moment. When me and my sister
decided to leave, at around 1 o'clock in the morning, we were driving down
this dark road, when we saw an old woman, at around 80-85, walking on the
side of the road holding 2 buckets, one in each hand. She was dressed in
black and had a little hunch from the weight she probably lifted
throughout the years.
My sister and I decided to pull up and ask if she needed any help. She
slowly turned towards my sisters' window and said she wanted to deliver
the 2 buckets, filled with figs, to a mans' house nearby (I do not
recollect the name). We told her it was too late and insisted to drive her
back home, but she strongly refused, saying she HAD to take them. Not
being able to do anything about it, me and my sister asked her to get in
the car and we would drive her to where she wanted to go. We were driving
around for about half an hour but there was no house the way she described
it found around.
We
called the Phone Information Department but they said
there was no phone registered under that name anywhere there (the mans'
name). I parked the car outside a house and my sister got down to ask for
information, since the lights in the house were still on. At that time the
old woman was sitting quietly in the back seat, when a mobile phone rang.
Seeing it wasn't mine, I turned back to ask the old woman if she had a
mobile phone... SILLY ME! LOL!... She asked me what I was talking about,
and then I saw the mobile phone on the back seat, lighting up and still
ringing. I picked it up and saw that it was my boyfriend's phone. He had
called me from a friends' phone saying he left his in the car. I told him
that I was still nearby and was going to take it to him.
My sister came back, said that there was no one in the house, so we told
the old woman we'd drive her to her house cause it was too late. It was
closing up to 2.30 in the morning. She said she couldn't go home unless
she delivered the figs. My sister turned around and told her that she
would buy the figs. She gave the old lady 20$ and took the 2 buckets. As
we were driving her back home, she was showing us the turns we should
take.
We
parked in front of a small house beside the villages' church and
my sister got off the car to walk her in the house. I waited in the car
and when my sister came back she said that the house was a mess, there
were pots and pans on the floor, dusted, and the bed the old lady was
supposedly sleeping in had no mattress or sheets or pillows. There were
cockroaches and she saw a mouse as well.
I didn't think any of it at the moment and after driving up to my
boyfriends' army camp to return the mobile phone, we left the figs to the
soldiers, and as my boyfriend told me the next day, they really enjoyed
them.
About
2-3 months after that my sister found a friend of hers who lived in
Pyla. She told him about the old woman but he couldn't figure out who she
was referring to. When she mentioned the house next to the church, he
looked at her with a surprise look in his eyes and told her that she had
to be kidding him. When my sister asked him why he thought that, he said
that the specific
old woman died 7 years ago.
Apparently she was a victim
of a hit and run in the dark road we were driving that night, at about 1
o' clock in the morning, carrying some stuff for sale.
Thanks for the story! I left the wording and format virtually untouched to preserve the flavor of the tale. Has anyone else ever reported seeing the old woman? Before or since your encounter? If so, drop us a line.
Mary, Mary, quite contrary...
Submitted by: "B"
Hailing from: Huntsville, OH
Where it happened: Kentucky
Posted on: 5/31/03
This is actually a story of my aunt and uncle's. When they were first married they moved into a little house where the dining room was the center and every other room connected off of that.
When they first moved in everything seemed fine, but after a few nights my aunt would wake and hear something pacing the dining room floor. Continually my uncle would have to go out and check to see if any thing was there, but the house continued to remain untouched and empty.
My aunt
and uncle eventually grew accustomed to the "spirit" and thought
nothing about for months. Until
one night --
my aunt was home alone
and heard it. She swears an old women walked into her room and just stared
at her from the foot of her bed. When my uncle got home he asked her when
had she rearranged the dining room furniture. She told him she hadn't.
The next
day they went and talked to the old man who owned the house and told him the
story. He told them "Oh that's just Mary" ( his deceased wife!!!!!)
"she's afraid you are going to take her house away. Don't worry she won't
be back."
The remaining time they lived there they never heard anything else in the house.
It makes
you wonder if Mary paid a visit to her husband while she was at it!
Have you ever dropped something, heard it hit the floor, bent down to retrieve it and NEVER found it? Have you ever set down an item and when you turned to pick it back up it was gone, never to be seen again? If so, after reading this next story you will probably be thankful it never turned back up!
Watch This!
Submitted by: Brittany Kirkland
Hailing from: Jackson, Virginia
Where it happened: Orlando, FL
Posted on: 5/13/03
We had just moved into a brand new house about three years ago. The house was a three story tall one.
My mom
(Lauren) always set her watch from her great grandmother on a certain spot
on a certain table. One day her watch went missing. In my sleep I could
here her screaming out "my watch!!" Well exactly on the same day
the next year, her watch reappeared. The next day I
found a note that said " sorry I took your watch, I never learned how to
tell time, Fred".
Fred was
a neighbor when we lived in that big house that died of murder.
It makes you wonder if Fred returned the watch because he realized it was
"time to go" ???
I wonder if Stephen King got his start this way???
Writing under the influence...
Submitted by: Angie Rothford
Hailing from: Knoxville, TN
Where it happened: My home
Posted on: 5/5/03
Today, I
was alone in the house. Everyone had gone there
separate ways to do various task. I took great pleasure in having the
house to myself since weekends are usually full of various activities. I
had recently developed a great case of a vicious summer cold and I've been
trying to knock it out with various over the counter remedies.
I took
the opportunity to pile up on the couch and bundle up under an afghan
accompanied only by the daily crossword puzzle and a hot cup of coffee. I
began my recovery process by indulging in various television programs, but
soon found none of them interesting enough to hold my attention so I
picked up the crossword puzzle to begin working it. I knew that I would
soon find myself too sleepy to hold my eyes open since crossword puzzles
are like sleeping pills to me.
The only problem was that I was so tired that my eyes wouldn't even focus on the puzzle long enough for me to work more than 2 clues at a time. I thought that I would simply lay my head back on the couch and catch a good hour of sleep before the family clan slowly trickled back home. This is where my story becomes odd.
I can
somewhat recall picking up a legal pad that I keep lying on the end table
and even writing on the pad, but it isn't what I would call a "clear,
stable recollection". I can remember walking through the house, making my
way to the bedroom and falling onto the bed as if I were collapsing from a
complete and total exhaustion.
At a few
points in my sleep, I recall waking, startled and disoriented as to where I was
but still too totally exhausted to get up. When I did finally wake, it was 4
hours later give or take a few minutes, and I felt as though I hadn't even been
asleep. Although I wasn't totally exhausted, I didn't have the feeling as
though I
was well rested. I awoke very hungry so I fixed something to eat and went
to the living room.
Next to
me, on the end table was the legal pad. I picked it up and read a
few lines of the 2 and a half pages that were written. It was generally
about life itself and was written in an articulate manner that I do not
use. It referred to "Life" and how circumstances occur at random with
no
preference to who or when "good" and "bad" things happen.
Although
I don't recall writing this, I seemed to understand what it was... what types of
emotions each word represents. The article was written in words that I
wouldn't use and with much better spelling than I'm able to achieve. I
turned down the television and thought about the time preceding my
waking. It seems to be like thinking about a play or movie. Maybe more of a
dream. Only the person writing it wasn't me.
It was a gentleman that seemed to be of the times of possibly late 1700's. Almost a feeling of Poe. That's the only way I know to describe it. (I do not believe in re-incarnation. I believe that re-incarnation isn't even possible.)
I then
recalled watching a lady of that same time period, staggering down the
hall to the bed and collapsing. She had been drugged in some way and was
very ill. She had been ill for several days and hadn't received any medical
attention. She knew that she wasn't going to make it, and was upset that she
wasn't going to finish her life in the way that she intended to.... to see her
children grow, to see her grand-children, to attend church functions and
social events. At times during her sleep, she would wake up several different
times only to slip away again. I knew that she didn't want to "go
away" while she was asleep. She wanted to at least be aware of her
surroundings. At least until she regained her senses enough to focus on a small
number of people which were gathered around her bed.
She
didn't know all of them nor was she comfortable with them being there.
I could sense that they weren't there for her benefit. She was distraught
and a feeling of hopelessness seemed to engulf her.
That is all that I can remember. It was pretty jolting to have something like this to happen in my own home. It's almost a feeling of being violated in some way. I can't say that I was very scared even when the memories flooded back, but it has been unsettling.
This story
puts a whole new twist on the "medicine so you can rest"
approach! Perhaps you tapped into a long forgotten memory, perhaps
the pharmaceutical assistance made you more receptive to a disgruntled
spirit. Or could the explanation simply be an overdose of over-the-counter
cocktails? We leave it up to the reader to decide...
Did you ever see the old Twilight Zone episode where the deceased husband manages to call his wife due to phone lines being blown down onto his gravesite?
Ever wonder if something like that could ever really happen? I believe it can....
Can You Hear Me Now?
Submitted by: Marilyn
Hailing from: So. Cal
where it happened: Fontana California
posted: 4/20/03
In order to understand this story first you need a little background. This story is dedicated to the gentle soul and wonderful man whose post-mortem activities brought this story about. I'm going call him "Raymond". This friend of mine was born with a blood-disorder which required occasional transfusions to maintain his health. Due to callous and crass greed on the part of the blood industry (name withheld to protect the guilty) my dear friend contracted a blood-borne disease which sped his passing.
Anyhow, prior to his death Raymond knew he was dying and went to great lengths to ensure his wife and child were provided for. Raymond also made sure to visit his friends for one last time prior to his death. When his death came, for those of us left behind it was quick and somewhat unexpected. The "weird" activities began almost immediately after his passing. It started even before his funeral.
First his wife "Mae" was getting into her car thinking about Raymond when she looked down and a card was just under the gas pedal. It was a valentines card (even though none of this took place remotely near Valentine's Day) it was signed "Love Raymond". At first while comforting, this could be a shrugged off as a coincidence. If it had stopped there, that is.
The next odd occurrence happened to Raymond's father. Raymond's father always called him "Ray". About two years prior Raymond's father had purchased a small plastic license plate keychain at the mall with the name Raymond on it. Over time it had been lost. About a day prior to the funeral Raymond's father was in his car driving around taking care of details. The car (like many men's cars) was pristine, had recently been detailed, and had nothing left lying around. Raymond's father got out of the car and when he did, sitting there on the driver's seat that his posterior had been occupying was one-half of the license plate, the part that spelled, "Ray".
By this time we all knew that Raymond was still around trying to prove his survival beyond the veil. But he didn't stop there.
A month after the funeral Raymond's wife was surprised by a repairman coming to the house. When she asked why he was there his reply was, "your husband called us." Mae was confused thinking perhaps prior to his death Raymond might have called. Upon further discussion with the repairman it was ascertained in fact the call came after Raymond's death.
Even this might have been blown off as circumstance, coincidence, another family member calling, or a misunderstanding. Had Raymond stopped there that is. While the repairman was in the house Mae reported she could not only sense Raymond's presence but could smell him as well.
About six months after his death, while I was discussing Raymond with a friend of mine sitting in the living room of my friend's home, suddenly all the downstairs lights simultaneously turned off. My friend got a wee bit "nervous", I knew however it was just Raymond letting me know he was still around.
Over a year after Raymond's death I ran into his wife, Mae, at the mall. After the usual chit-chat, we got to the subject of Raymond and all of the odd occurrences. That is when she informed me that Raymond was still attempting to contact her. This is the story that she told:
Around Christmas time she had really missed Raymond. Being a young widow she had to return to work after his passing to help support herself and her daughter "Judy". One day after work Mae returned home to find Judy very upset.
Judy reported that she had been trying to call her mother all day but "Raymond's voice kept coming on the phone". Initially Judy thought that her daughter was kidding, or trying to make something up, but due to Judy's obvious distress she knew something must have been going on. Mae then figured that perhaps it was some type of weird event with the cell phone company... somehow switching back to an old voice mail recording.
So Mae called the cell phone provider who assured her it wasn't possible for something like that to happen. Judy insisted her mother call her own cell phone number to prove what she claimed was true. Mae did call her cell phone three times, each time she heard nothing except her own voicemail message pick up. .
Mae decided she was just being stupid and hung up her phone, at that exact moment her home phone rang. Mae looked at the caller ID window but it was empty. It didn't read unknown caller, it didn't read blocked ID, it was simply empty.
Mae went ahead and answered the phone. She reports that she heard static on the line and out of the static sounding far away came Raymond's voice! He called out "Mae!....Mae!" As soon as she heard him, Mae panicked and threw the phone away from her. When she gathered her wits about her and picked the handset up again the line was dead.
She still wonders what Raymond would have told her if she hadn't panicked.
Well there you have it ghosts and ghouls... the first entry into our "boneyard"... Hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed entombing it here....
Marilyn
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