Nice one Sandy. I have heard about experiences like that, so I believe that it really happened. 
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Good night, all. I guess if Jerry's gone, it's a solo act, so I may as well shut down, too.
Here's squill from my walk the other day. I guess they liked the cold winter. I see more of these little flowers than I ever remember seeing.
Here's squill from my walk the other day. I guess they liked the cold winter. I see more of these little flowers than I ever remember seeing.
Good morning, Voltnics.
Those are some spooky stories.
The only one I can think of is: I had a dream about my grandmother. She was quite old at 92 years of age. She lived 1200 miles away from me up in Seattle.
In my dream, I walked down the stairs to the basement and showed someone all her clothes in the closet [she didn't live in the basement so I don't know why I would be showing someone her clothes in the closet in the basement]. Anyway, as I showed the person Gradnmother's clothes, I said, "I think you can see by her clothing she was a wonderful person." Like she was dead and gone.
I decided I had best call up there and make sure she was okay. My cousin called me before I could do that. I said, "You don't have to tell me Grandma died. She came to me in a dream last night."
I still miss my Grandma. Such a special and wonderful person.
Not a ghost story but a strange incident, none the less.
Those are some spooky stories.
The only one I can think of is: I had a dream about my grandmother. She was quite old at 92 years of age. She lived 1200 miles away from me up in Seattle.
In my dream, I walked down the stairs to the basement and showed someone all her clothes in the closet [she didn't live in the basement so I don't know why I would be showing someone her clothes in the closet in the basement]. Anyway, as I showed the person Gradnmother's clothes, I said, "I think you can see by her clothing she was a wonderful person." Like she was dead and gone.
I decided I had best call up there and make sure she was okay. My cousin called me before I could do that. I said, "You don't have to tell me Grandma died. She came to me in a dream last night."
I still miss my Grandma. Such a special and wonderful person.
Not a ghost story but a strange incident, none the less.
Lizzie, that's an interesting story, and dreams have always been a mystery -- what they mean, if anything. I think that when you sleep, your mind is open to all sorts of things that during waking hours, you would discount as impossible or you're too busy to pay attention to. So you sensed your grandmother's death, and that's how your mind let you know about it.
I've always been fascinated by ESP in all its forms. How is this information transmitted? Sometimes, it's transmitted over great distances, where anything like electric waves would probably be lost.
It's certainly a fascinating mystery.
I've always been fascinated by ESP in all its forms. How is this information transmitted? Sometimes, it's transmitted over great distances, where anything like electric waves would probably be lost.
It's certainly a fascinating mystery.
Hi Folks,
Sorry that you were sick on Saturday, Sandy; and I hope that you're feeling better now.
Interesting ghosty/spooky stories. I might work myself up to telling one or two.
I had a good start to the weekend. BF and I went morel hunting. They outran us this time. We'll have to hone our hunting skills a bit more and try our luck against the same quarry next weekend. While we were out, we replaced more of the "No Trespassing" signs that have been torn down and moved one of the TrailCams to a point of ingress commonly used by poachers on my property. Then we cut up some more of the overwhelmingly abundant treetops from last summer and gathered up firewood to take to my camp site. I built a fire and we roasted humongous hot dogs and enjoyed them with macaroni salad. That was followed by those crazy marshmallows that swell up to the size of softballs. It was warm weather and very comfortable to sit and talk in front of a campfire.
Everything was great until I stood up and felt the familiar anaconda stranglehold around my torso. This was my third time with the MS Hug and I knew (and dreaded) what needed to be done. Fortunately, my BF was with me to do it. After he managed to get me back up to the house, he gave me the first of several "treatments". It's a deep tissue massage. When I say "deep", I mean DEEP. He had his fingers buried in so far that it passed the big knuckles on his fingers. He works whatever hard knots he finds in the muscles until they release .... or move. Then he has to chase them to the new location. Not comfortable for either of us. Now I'm so bruised that I look as if I've been used as a soccer ball after several treatments continuing until Sunday night. I spent much of Sunday and all of yesterday flat on my back moving as little as possible. It seems to be far worse on standing. Today, I let myself get out of bed, and I seem to be fine now.
I know that an MS Hug sounds like a fluffy, benign thing, but it is anything but that. For anyone interested, here's a great article written by a gal who's experienced them frequently. She explains what they are very well without being too dry, and she's pretty funny too at times.
What is the MS Hug / Girdle Pain / Girdle Pain Sensation / Squeeze âOâ Death? - Diagnosis: Multiple Sclerosis
Sorry that you were sick on Saturday, Sandy; and I hope that you're feeling better now.
Interesting ghosty/spooky stories. I might work myself up to telling one or two.
I had a good start to the weekend. BF and I went morel hunting. They outran us this time. We'll have to hone our hunting skills a bit more and try our luck against the same quarry next weekend. While we were out, we replaced more of the "No Trespassing" signs that have been torn down and moved one of the TrailCams to a point of ingress commonly used by poachers on my property. Then we cut up some more of the overwhelmingly abundant treetops from last summer and gathered up firewood to take to my camp site. I built a fire and we roasted humongous hot dogs and enjoyed them with macaroni salad. That was followed by those crazy marshmallows that swell up to the size of softballs. It was warm weather and very comfortable to sit and talk in front of a campfire.
Everything was great until I stood up and felt the familiar anaconda stranglehold around my torso. This was my third time with the MS Hug and I knew (and dreaded) what needed to be done. Fortunately, my BF was with me to do it. After he managed to get me back up to the house, he gave me the first of several "treatments". It's a deep tissue massage. When I say "deep", I mean DEEP. He had his fingers buried in so far that it passed the big knuckles on his fingers. He works whatever hard knots he finds in the muscles until they release .... or move. Then he has to chase them to the new location. Not comfortable for either of us. Now I'm so bruised that I look as if I've been used as a soccer ball after several treatments continuing until Sunday night. I spent much of Sunday and all of yesterday flat on my back moving as little as possible. It seems to be far worse on standing. Today, I let myself get out of bed, and I seem to be fine now.
I know that an MS Hug sounds like a fluffy, benign thing, but it is anything but that. For anyone interested, here's a great article written by a gal who's experienced them frequently. She explains what they are very well without being too dry, and she's pretty funny too at times.
What is the MS Hug / Girdle Pain / Girdle Pain Sensation / Squeeze âOâ Death? - Diagnosis: Multiple Sclerosis
Rave, I l"like" the nice time hunting and camp firing, not the "hug" part. Didn't they call a massage like that "Rolfing" at some point?
My lawn better turn green. I'm pooped and have a large, nasty, blister in the palm of my right hand from digging out dandelions, wild scallions and onion grass. I sure hope the fertilizer cures some of those ills, the wild scallions and onion grass anyway. They seem to thrive in poor soil so if the fertilizer does its job they may be held somewhat at bay. I do need more fertilizer and seed. I'll pick that up on Thursday along with some posts and lumber to build a decent enclosure for the blueberry bushes. Gotta keep the birdies away from them.
My lawn better turn green. I'm pooped and have a large, nasty, blister in the palm of my right hand from digging out dandelions, wild scallions and onion grass. I sure hope the fertilizer cures some of those ills, the wild scallions and onion grass anyway. They seem to thrive in poor soil so if the fertilizer does its job they may be held somewhat at bay. I do need more fertilizer and seed. I'll pick that up on Thursday along with some posts and lumber to build a decent enclosure for the blueberry bushes. Gotta keep the birdies away from them.
Rave, I'm glad you're back! I worried about you. I knew you'd be occupied on the weekend, but when we didn't hear from you on Monday, I began to wonder if you were all right. Then I tried to tell myself that you might be away somewhere for the holiday weekend. But I still worried when Tuesday came, and still no Rave.
I'm glad at least some of your weekend was fun before the hug. And I'm glad to hear that now it's over. I wish they had some sort of cure for it. You've mentioned it before, and it sounds like torture. Thank goodness your boyfriend was there to help you!
Please do tell us your ghost stories. For a while, till Lizzie joined in, it looked like Jerry and I were the only ones who were going to have stories, and I'm sure many others have experienced such things, too.
I'm glad at least some of your weekend was fun before the hug. And I'm glad to hear that now it's over. I wish they had some sort of cure for it. You've mentioned it before, and it sounds like torture. Thank goodness your boyfriend was there to help you!
Please do tell us your ghost stories. For a while, till Lizzie joined in, it looked like Jerry and I were the only ones who were going to have stories, and I'm sure many others have experienced such things, too.
Huh - never heard of it before.
Some parts of the definition apply, but it isn't for skeletal realignment. It releases the intercostal muscles involved in The Hug amazingly well, but has to be done repeatedly until the condition ... gives up and decides to leave me the heck alone.
Hope you're able to keep your weeds at bay. Interesting how fertilizer is the base of so many weed killers. I've read that some make the plant grow so fast that the roots explode. I'm curious about your enclosure for your blueberry bushes. Just installed three of 'em a couple of weeks ago. Out here, the only ones who will have a chance at eating them will be the birds and critters. I won't have a prayer of getting any unless I enclose them.
Wow, awsum, sounds like you have given your all for this lawn project. I got a blister on my hand early this spring. I decided to put new skin on it. Owww, like a hot coal it burned so much.
Poor little raven. I am so sorry you got that horrible hug thing. Hope you feel much better. Glad your bf was so helpful.
Too windy today. Told the trainer not to come. Took a long nap. Should get something done but probably won't. I did do a bit of weeding with the hula hoe early.
You have a ghost story , raven.
Jer, what about the flying dog?
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Poor little raven. I am so sorry you got that horrible hug thing. Hope you feel much better. Glad your bf was so helpful.
Too windy today. Told the trainer not to come. Took a long nap. Should get something done but probably won't. I did do a bit of weeding with the hula hoe early.
You have a ghost story , raven.
Jer, what about the flying dog?
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While we're waiting for Jerry's flying dog, I'll contribute another ghost story.
Back in the early '70s, we moved into an apartment in Brooklyn. It was pretty nice for what we could afford, but the former tenant had been rent-controlled (so it was rent-stabilized), and she had lived there for maybe 30 years or so. She was an elderly lady, and I'm not sure if she died or had to move out of her own place to go live with relatives or in a home. Anyway, we lucked out.
Some time after we had been there, I started to get whiffs of perfume. I don't wear it, so it was a mystery where the smell was coming from. And it wasn't from somewhere outside, since one day I came home from work on a summer day with the house shut up and the air conditioner off all day, and still, the smell wafted in after I had been home a while. Soon we realized that it was as if someone was wearing perfume and had entered the room. And then it would go away as if that someone left. Sometimes, you could smell it more strongly in a certain corner of the room, and sometimes it changed locations.
So we got to joking that we had a ghost, probably the old lady who had lived there before us. If it was a ghost, it never did anything but smell of perfume. No other manifestations like doors slamming or anything. So we had fun when our old lady came to visit. We'd be sitting on the couch watching TV, and when she came in, we'd make room for her on the couch -- and the smell would center there!
When we'd go away for vacation, I used to arrange for someone to live in our apartment and water the plants and feed the cat. My dad had some young people who worked with him in music therapy that came from Ireland, England, and some other place that I can't remember. They were glad to stay in a place in NYC rent-free and see the sights for the 2 weeks we were gone. But one year, after my dad retired, I found a local guy, and I was showing him the place and telling him how things worked when I said, "Oh, yes. We have a ghost. Don't worry, she doesn't do anything but smell of perfume." And on cue, in she came. The guy's eyes bugged out, and I could tell he was scared. I think he didn't dare sleep in our place, but he did take care of the plants and the cat.
Was it a ghost or some strange smell coming up the heating vents? I'll never know, but I like to think we shared our place with its former tenant.
Back in the early '70s, we moved into an apartment in Brooklyn. It was pretty nice for what we could afford, but the former tenant had been rent-controlled (so it was rent-stabilized), and she had lived there for maybe 30 years or so. She was an elderly lady, and I'm not sure if she died or had to move out of her own place to go live with relatives or in a home. Anyway, we lucked out.
Some time after we had been there, I started to get whiffs of perfume. I don't wear it, so it was a mystery where the smell was coming from. And it wasn't from somewhere outside, since one day I came home from work on a summer day with the house shut up and the air conditioner off all day, and still, the smell wafted in after I had been home a while. Soon we realized that it was as if someone was wearing perfume and had entered the room. And then it would go away as if that someone left. Sometimes, you could smell it more strongly in a certain corner of the room, and sometimes it changed locations.
So we got to joking that we had a ghost, probably the old lady who had lived there before us. If it was a ghost, it never did anything but smell of perfume. No other manifestations like doors slamming or anything. So we had fun when our old lady came to visit. We'd be sitting on the couch watching TV, and when she came in, we'd make room for her on the couch -- and the smell would center there!
When we'd go away for vacation, I used to arrange for someone to live in our apartment and water the plants and feed the cat. My dad had some young people who worked with him in music therapy that came from Ireland, England, and some other place that I can't remember. They were glad to stay in a place in NYC rent-free and see the sights for the 2 weeks we were gone. But one year, after my dad retired, I found a local guy, and I was showing him the place and telling him how things worked when I said, "Oh, yes. We have a ghost. Don't worry, she doesn't do anything but smell of perfume." And on cue, in she came. The guy's eyes bugged out, and I could tell he was scared. I think he didn't dare sleep in our place, but he did take care of the plants and the cat.
Was it a ghost or some strange smell coming up the heating vents? I'll never know, but I like to think we shared our place with its former tenant.
The Flying Dog will be posted later this evening. Right now I'm about to head out the door and go to the supermarket. I'll also catch up on reading Sandy's ghost story later.
A word of warning though, the Flying Dog is not a Casper the Friendly Ghost story.
A word of warning though, the Flying Dog is not a Casper the Friendly Ghost story.
I have a few as well. One is that the house I live in (a part of it at least) Is over a hundred years old. Our bedroom used to be the master bedroom. Well one day, sitting at our desks (which are right next to each other in between two closets) we heard a doorknob turn. Both of us automatically looked over and saw the closet door open and the knob turn back to its resting position.
A few months later the doorknob turned again and immediately released again without the door opening.
Against the wall next to that closet was a table and my keyboard was sitting on top of it with a small stack of books and papers sitting on it. they had been sitting on top of that piano for months when one day I looked over at it. I saw the books slide oh so slowly forward. Then BAM they flew off as if some one angrily swiped their hand down and whacked them right off the piano.
Then a few months ago I looked at the closet and saw a handprint on the door about two feet off the floor above the hinge four long fingers of the right hand just appeared out of the blue! They are still there too!
A few months later the doorknob turned again and immediately released again without the door opening.
Against the wall next to that closet was a table and my keyboard was sitting on top of it with a small stack of books and papers sitting on it. they had been sitting on top of that piano for months when one day I looked over at it. I saw the books slide oh so slowly forward. Then BAM they flew off as if some one angrily swiped their hand down and whacked them right off the piano.
Then a few months ago I looked at the closet and saw a handprint on the door about two feet off the floor above the hinge four long fingers of the right hand just appeared out of the blue! They are still there too!
Thanks everyone. I seem to be fine now. Just a bit black and blue. Matches my hair at least. 
Okay - here goes. I don't normally tell this story to people but I feel awfully close to you folks and don't think that you'll think I'm delusional. I may be slightly nuts, but I'm not delusional.
This happened only one time. I was living alone and was frankly rather depressed because I'd recently left my husband. (Not David). This was one of the others.
Anyhow, I was sitting up in bed, unable to sleep because I was sad. I happened to l look over at my dresser because a strange light was building next to it. Eventually I was able to make out clearly an outline of blue light of a man squatting against my dresser and leaning against it in that position. His head was in his hands as if he was as deeply depressed as I was. He seemed to sense that he'd been discovered and pulled his hands away - looking directly at me. His surprise matched my own. And then the blue light faded very quickly until it completely extinguished.
I know I was not asleep because I jumped out of bed (the side that was NOT alongside the dresser) and ran out of the room. It took me a long while before I was able to calm down and realize that there was nothing malevolent about him at all. I was still creeped out for awhile. I never saw him again.
Okay - here goes. I don't normally tell this story to people but I feel awfully close to you folks and don't think that you'll think I'm delusional. I may be slightly nuts, but I'm not delusional.
This happened only one time. I was living alone and was frankly rather depressed because I'd recently left my husband. (Not David). This was one of the others.
Anyhow, I was sitting up in bed, unable to sleep because I was sad. I happened to l look over at my dresser because a strange light was building next to it. Eventually I was able to make out clearly an outline of blue light of a man squatting against my dresser and leaning against it in that position. His head was in his hands as if he was as deeply depressed as I was. He seemed to sense that he'd been discovered and pulled his hands away - looking directly at me. His surprise matched my own. And then the blue light faded very quickly until it completely extinguished. I know I was not asleep because I jumped out of bed (the side that was NOT alongside the dresser) and ran out of the room. It took me a long while before I was able to calm down and realize that there was nothing malevolent about him at all. I was still creeped out for awhile. I never saw him again.
Another story is that my FFIL (future father in law) found a music box under the house in the mud a few years before I moved in. He too it inside and went to see if it would work. It was full of mud and the winder wouldn't wind because it was rusty. Well he decided to set it on a shelf cause he might tinker with it at some point. A few months later he was sitting at his table watching tv when suddenly that little music box started playing!
Another story is one day he was watching tv at his table and his coffee cup slid about half a foot to the edge of the table and flew into the floor and broke (much like the books on my piano)!
Another story is one day he was watching tv at his table and his coffee cup slid about half a foot to the edge of the table and flew into the floor and broke (much like the books on my piano)!
Another story is that I cared for my neighbor every weekend for the last two years of her life. I was 16 when I started and she passed away on the day I went to prom. She was 100 yrs old and sharp as ever up till three days before she passed. Well the final year of her life about once a week or so she would call for my older brother, who lived with her, to see the 'man' sitting one the end of her bed. She would also hear 'Beautiful Music' She said she heard the most beautiful rendition of 'Amazing Grace' that she ever heard.
She was a highly religious person. She never married, died a virgin and never even kissed a boy. But she was the grandmother of my heart. My mom and I honestly believe and an angel was visiting her and she was glimpsing little bits of angel choirs in heaven. I believe she is up there now with her own pair of wings watching over me.
She was a highly religious person. She never married, died a virgin and never even kissed a boy. But she was the grandmother of my heart. My mom and I honestly believe and an angel was visiting her and she was glimpsing little bits of angel choirs in heaven. I believe she is up there now with her own pair of wings watching over me.
Oh wow - I'm glad that you were able to have fun with it and weren't frightened. What a neat story!!
8-o Crikeys!! That's ... just scary. I don't think I'd still be living there.
Oh wow - I'm glad that you were able to have fun with it and weren't frightened. What a neat story!!
8-o Crikeys!! That's ... just scary. I don't think I'd still be living there. View attachment 328694
Well ever since I put a cross on the wall nothing happens anymore.
Take a picture of the handprint! I wanna see! How exciting, though it sounds like your ghost isn't as civilized as our old lady was.
We have a weird handprint that shows up on the window of our shed in certain weather. It's spooky, but my theory is that when someone put in the window, they left their greasy handprint on the glass. I'll dig up the picture I took of it.
Thanks everyone. I seem to be fine now. Just a bit black and blue. Matches my hair at least.
Okay - here goes. I don't normally tell this story to people but I feel awfully close to you folks and don't think that you'll think I'm delusional. I may be slightly nuts, but I'm not delusional.
This happened only one time. I was living alone and was frankly rather depressed because I'd recently left my husband. (Not David). This was one of the others.
I know I was not asleep because I jumped out of bed (the side that was NOT alongside the dresser) and ran out of the room. It took me a long while before I was able to calm down and realize that there was nothing malevolent about him at all. I was still creeped out for awhile. I never saw him again.
What a neat story! I wonder who he was. What about the history of the house? Any connection there? Did you ever try to figure out who he was, what it was all about?
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