Archive for the ‘Contact From The Other Side’ Category

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you brought your kitty with you.

September 13, 2016

I had a patient who was CMO and quite obviously very close to dying. The week before, my best buddy-cat Pippin had died (and I was pretty broken up about it, still). That being said… I walked into her room, and she said, “Oh, you brought your kitty with you!” I blink at her and say, “What?” Mind you, this was the first time I’d had that patient and I hadn’t discussed my cat with her, having cats or even liking them. Her reply, “Your kitty. It’s right by your foot.” I get that frisson, that momentary shiver in my soul and ask, just for kicks, “Yeah? What color’s the kitty?” She says, “Black with some white.”

Pippin was a black tuxedo cat with white paws and a white bib. And the patient died that night.

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the billionaire’s ghost

June 15, 2015

I used to babysit at this really nice house that was about a 30 minute drive from the nearest town. About 15 of those miles were on random gravel roads, so it was pretty isolated. A well-known billionaire in the community built the house when he started making his money. He was a really tough guy who basically put his business before his wife and family. Later on in life as his health was declining, he began to regret that. It was too late though, as he had burned bridges with most of his children. (I only know this because my dad employed his mentally challenged daughter, and had became close with his wife.)

Anyway, he died and I shit you not, he was haunting the house he built. I was at this house at least a couple times a week, and really freaky stuff started happening as soon as he died.

The dog, who was normally a pretty chill, refused to come inside for weeks and would just run around the house in a panic. He’d stand outside the window of an empty room and just bark and growl like crazy.

The 2yo started saying that he was scared all the time, and would get up in the middle of the night to check on his baby brother. He had never done that before.

There were two things that really scared me though. It was really late, probably 2am and the phone started ringing, but not in the normal way. Like it was a constant ring instead of a ring and then a pause. When I tried to answer it, there was just this clicking noise and as soon as I’d hang up they’d all start ringing again. The screen on the phone didn’t change either. It didn’t register that there was in an incoming call at all. It just kept displaying the time and number of misses calls. I had to go and manually turn the ringer volume off on each phone so it wouldn’t wake the boys up.

The second was, I heard something in the main living room and assumed that the older boy had woken up. As I was getting up to go check I heard a crash, and when I got there a tall vase holding some fake plants was on the ground and there was no one in the room. The boys were both in bed and the dog was asleep in the garage.

I know it kind of sounds ridiculous, but these things legit happened. Even if they didn’t though, the way I felt when I was in the house would have had me convinced that it was haunted. I have never felt so on edge in my life. Its like I couldn’t relax. I finally started having either my boyfriend or my (male) best friend come with me. They both felt the same way about it too.

Anyway, that’s the creepiest things that’s happened to me and why I totally believe in ghosts now.

– posted by mcnalister; Reddit

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the messy bed

June 15, 2015

Definitely the weirdest thing was the night after my dog was put down. He wasn’t allowed on my parents bed, but sure enough when we left the room, he would jump up and mess with the covers. My dog was put down in the morning pretty suddenly so my mom didn’t get a chance to make her bed. When we got home after a bit of grieving, my mom started to do her daily chores and this included making the bed. I was in the room when she made the bed and it was perfect. We both left together and watched some TV with my dad and we were the only 3 in the house. After whatever we were watching was over, I saw my mom walk down the hallway and as soon as she saw her bed she screamed. The covers were the messiest they’ve ever been. This happened for a couple days right after and then just stopped. My family is completely convinced my dog’s ghost hung around for a few days after he died.

– posted by meoworawr; reddit

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the uncle and the dog

June 15, 2015

My uncle used to kinda live with my family part-time; his own apartment was in Japan, but he’d spend practically every other month living with us in the US. He had his own bedroom at our house that he’d leave most of his stuff in so that he didn’t have to pack big suitcases every trip.

Well, he was very close with my dog and used to spend all day hanging out with her when my parents were at work and my brother and I at school. But since he routinely left for extended periods of time, my dog was used to his frequent, long absences and wouldn’t freak out if he didn’t show for a few weeks.

Unfortunately, during one visit, my uncle had a sudden heart attack in the middle of the night. He managed to wake up my parents so that they could take him to the hospital. When he got there, he underwent intense surgery that left him brain damaged and unable to leave the hospital. He was in there for over a month, but my dog was calm and clearly just thought he had gone back to Japan for a bit.

The night that he died was kind of sudden, and so it felt like any other night at first. My parents had gotten a call and left for the hospital, and I stayed at home with my friend and we played with my dog outside. Hours later, my parents called to tell me the news. My dog was in another room and the phone wasn’t even on speakerphone, but somehow she still just knew. She immediately started howling and crying, then ran down to my uncle’s room, dug through his closet, and started rubbing her face in all of his shirts while whimpering and hyperventilating. It was, simultaneously, the single most eerie and heart-wrenchingly touching thing I’ve ever experienced…

– Posted by Senor_Ita; Reddit

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May 15, 2014

The night after my dad passed(Sleep apnea, he passed suddenly 2 years ago). I dreamt I was in a condo with my family, my dad was there and we approached each other. He said to me,”Don’t worry, I’ve got it all figured out. I’m ok.” It felt real and to this day I remember that dream like it happened yesterday. The next few days are sad and everyone is adjusting.

A week goes by when I’m sitting, drinking coffee with my step mom when she brings up that she had an odd dream about my dad the night after he passed. I don’t say anything at this point but i have a feeling about what she’s going to say. She says,”we were in a house with everyone there, when Jon(my dad) walked up to me and told me he has it all figured out, that he’s ok and to not worry.” I have chill bumps at this point and I tell her I had the same dream. Her face goes white and tells me my grandfather also had the same dream.

– Posted by axberka; Reddit

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You Are Covering Her Note

May 19, 2013

So a friend of mine was six years old when she told her mother that “the lady who use to live here told me that she hates the wallpaper” and that “you are covering her note”. My friends mom just thought it was make believe rambling and forgot about it. Well, twelve years later when the mom is redecorating and taking down the wallpaper in the attic, she finds a suicide note scratched into the wall. The mom freaks the fuck out and calls my friend and starts crying asking if she remembered anything more about the women who spoke to her. My friend starts to recall the woman and starts to freak out saying she only remembered talking to her in the attic.

The suicide note I actually saw. Really fucked with me. How casual this woman wrote about hanging herself and about how she didn’t care. Something about not being able to see the sun.

– Posted by DWM88; Reddit

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Mr Rand

May 18, 2013

OK, backstory time. When I was a kid “Mr. Rand” used to come into my room 4 or 5 times a week. He’d talk to me and tell me about ‘stuff’ and how he was killed in WW2. See Ol’ mate Rand was a figment of my 4 year old imagination. Any way one day when I was 9 or so Mr. Rand stopped showing up.

Fast forward to about 3 years ago and my son, who is about 5 at the time, walks out of his room one night at about 11:30and says there’s a man in his room. I flip out And run in his room to find nobody to which he then says “Mr. Rand said you can’t see him anymore, but he’s ok!”. The kids got his own imaginary mate called Mr. Rand, but they only chat once or twice a year.

Mr. Rand died on 5th Feb 1942 – we both agree. Cats are the devils advocate(ammo’cap – is how my son said it), Mr. Rand said the same to me too, me and the young Lad both like cats. I’ll see if the young bloke wants to talk about it in the morning and ill let you know more.

– Posted by [deleted]; Reddit