"The Shaft" true hauntings and ghostly experiences

Heading down that dark and dank mineshaft, wondering when the next pitfall will be your last...

Submitted by "April K."
Hailing from: Peoria, IL
Where it happened: Peoria, IL
Posted on: 10/16/2007

My story goes back a few months back. I had an uncle pass away
from colon cancer. The very night he died I dreamt every one in the family had
been called to some lawyers office for the reading of the will. I didn't
want to go since me and him were not on the best of terms when he passed.
But with the urging of my mom and others in my family I went, not expecting
to get anything anyway. When it came time for them to read my name.....and
this part Ill never forget for the rest of my life........the lawyer read
"and to my niece April since she always had to have the last word on
everything I leave my 2 cents and that is MY last say" I woke up from this
dream kind of weirded out because after all he had just died the day before but
just kind of blew it off. Until later on the next day I had went out to eat and
when the bill came the change on it came to exactly 2 cents. Still not
paying any attention to this I went up to the register to pay and they had
one of them take a penny leave a penny things w exactly 2 cents. By this
point I was starting to get a little freaked out. Had my uncle came to me
in that dream to give me a message??? The rest of that day I kept running
into 2 cents everywhere, when I got gas I'd accidentally pump 2 cents over,
everything I bought the change came to 2 cents. When I got home that day
there was change lying on the coffee table but on the end table across the
room was exactly 2 pennies! I haven't run into 2 cents as much as I did that
day but since then whenever I come across 1 penny another is very soon to
follow.

Wow April! Thanks for your Story! Now that is an impressive way to have the last word!

Submitted by "Donna Hogue"
Hailing from: Marmora, Ontario, Canada
Where it happened: Marmora, Ontario, Canada
Posted on: 10/16/07

Sounds like your dad was trying his best to let you know he is still alive on the other side!

Submitted by "K Fullington."
Hailing from: Ashland, Al
Where it happened: Fort Payne, Al
Posted on: 10/16/07

A couple of friends and I were in Ft Payne Alabama and went into this very small one room church. 
While under construction the preacher had died and "kid you not" was buried in the church. 
There is a brick or stone column at the front of the church that goes all the way to the ceiling with an inscription on it with the preachers name, date of birth and date of death. Being the music lover I am I went to the piano and started to play. 
My two friends were standing at the brick column which was directly behind the piano by the back door. I was startled when my friends ran by me and continued to run out the front door. Needless to say I did not question what was going on I 
ran with them. After we got into the car and while leaving the church they told me what had happened. They had heard what sounded like scratching coming from the column they had been looking at. I looked back at the church from the back seat of 
the car and the back door was standing open. I know that the door was shut when we went out the front I was sitting right in front of it, but there it was standing wide open. Maybe the preacher didn't like us being there. I've always though it was odd to bury someone "in" a church.

Submitted by "Sam Crockett."
Hailing from: Fayetteville, NC
Where it happened: Fayetteville, NC
Posted on: 10/16/2007

It could have been a haunted, or maybe a strange overlap of time, perhaps you heard a "recording" of the previous family who lived in your house? great story!

Submitted by "R.D."
Hailing from: Southampton MA
Where it happened: East Springfield, MA
Posted on: 10/16/2007

I was 14, walking down a street with blustery snow, it was
hitting my face, as you know snow does comes down sideways, snow sometimes
does that when the wind blows. I was walking to the pharmacy to get my
mom's prescription, and I heard this voice call out my name, I looked
back. I finally got to the pharmacy, got her prescription, than walked
back home.

I heard the voice again call out my name, and I finally knew
that voice. It was my grandmother, who had passed away when I was 6. I
slipped on the ice, and fell down on my back. Boy my grandma must of
really been mad. I had just learned that I was pregnant. I think she was
warning me not to trust the father of the baby I was carrying.

You see he was 15, and when he found out that I was pregnant, he left me, he told
his parents that the child wasn't his. Years down the road, when he
turned 32, a blood test was done, he was the father. Then he wanted to be
involved in our child's life. My child did not want any contact with her
father. That father died a horrible disease needing a liver transplant.
This person never drank alcohol, so we do not know why his liver failed.
But he died a horrible death.

I believe that my grandmother tried to warn
me. And she is still around me, wherever I am, if I smell roses, I know
she is around. And my grandfather is also around, he has a witch hazel
smell. So I know they are always there to protect.

Thank you for your interesting encounter! I'm hoping that your daughter and her father made their peace prior to his passing. Has he ever stopped by from beyond the veil?

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