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The Nun in the Mist
Hello,
Just wanted to share a photo I took last summer at Notre Dame. My grandkids and I along with daughter inlaw went to see Notre Dame and go to Mass there since I had never been there. After Mass we went to visit a grotto behind the church dedicated to Saint Bernadette. It was a dark and very rainy day. The kids were lighting candles and praying and I stepped out of the grotto to get a picture of it all and this is what showed up in the photo. If you look closely you can make out the figure of someone dressed as a nun along with a mist. When I snapped the photo I saw a beam of light shoot down quickly on the screen but did not look at it till later that day and was so shocked to see it. I watch ghost hunters and have joined your website but I am afraid I am too chicken to really participate and I am not sure that it would not go against what my church teaches about spirits but I do find it interesting and thought you all might like to see this photo.
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The Old Man's Velvet Hat
The only other thing I would like to share is a story about something I bought at an auction... I bought a lot from an estate auction and in it was a man's old velvet hat I sell items on ebay and was sitting at my computer checking what I might get for some items and the old hat was in a box behind me. All of a sudden a man whistled for a dog it sounded like right behind my head and it was loud. I got over it and thought I had heard something outside but my windows were closed. I put the hat upstairs in a spare room and at the time we kept that door closed because of the air conditioning. My husband began to hear a dog whinning in the stairwell on several occasions. I too began to hear it. One evening I was sitting alone in the front room and I heard a dog coming down the stairs, I could hear the paws on the bare wood steps and as it hit the bottom of the steps I saw it but it acted as if I were not there and it went into the kitchen and disapeared.
I felt like it was connected to the old hat and I threw it out as I walked the hat to the trash can I could faintly here a dog whinning. Sometimes I feel like the dog is gone and sometimes I feel like its not...
Best Regards, Gwen (Mamaw)
Mystery House
I'm not one to get carried away with scary or strange things, but I would like to tell you about a house I had at the lake. It was a fairly large old house on a private lake. I bought the house is 1983 and owned it for nearly 20 years.
I lived alone most of the time with the exception of a couple roommates through the years. Not long after moving in, I would wake up in the morning and find the tv on in the living room. First couple of times I didn't think much about it. After taking note, I became aware there must be a problem with the set. It didn't happen that often, but enough to make me wonder. Not long after becoming aware of the problem with the tv, I then had a lamp in the same room that would come on at night, even while I sat in the same room. I would get up and "twist" the bulb, thinking perhaps it was just a little loose. This went on for years.
If I allowed myself to think about it, I'd get a little freaked out, and being alone I tried not to. When I starting doing renovations on the house, things began to get more biziare. I completely gutted the family room and put in all new wiring, drywall and new hardwood floors. I'm not sure exactly when the problems started with the lights in the family room, but again, I would go to bed at night (upstairs) and when I'd get up to come downstairs, I would see lights on in the family room. The stairway was in the family room so it would be the first room I'd walk into after coming downstairs. At first I thought maybe I had gotten up in the night and came downstairs and just didn't shut off the lights. But after several mornings like that, I got a little spooked. I decided to keep count of how many times. In one day, 9 times the lights in the room would come on for no reason. I would turn them out, and 5 minutes later when entering the room again, they would be on.
I had told a buddy of mine about it and how "freaky" it was getting, so we completely disconnected the power to the light switch in the room. I left it that way for over 3 months. After hooking them back up again, I didn't notice it anymore.
Being a skeptical guy, I chalked it up to maybe a loose connection, who knows what. All I know was it didn't happen again.
Not long after that, one evening I was setting in my recliner in the newly remodeled family room watching tv. The only thing in the room at the time was my recliner and the television. As I sat there, I heard a "ting" on the floor in front of me. I got up and found a key laying about 3 feet out infront of me. I swear the damn thing just fell out of nowhere. It was an old key and not one I had seen before. I took it in the kitchen and put it on top of the frig, grabbed a beer and sat back down talking myself out of getting freaked out. The only possible source could have been the chair. But then how would it get out of the chair 3 feet in front of me. I literally turned the recliner upside down, checked it in all possible places and found nothing but a little bit of loose change.
about 2 weeks goes by. Again, setting in the family room watching tv and "ting"again. This time I shot up out of the chair and flew out of the room. I could feel the hair on the back of my neck and arms standing up. I walked back into the room, and there in the middle of the floor, about 3 feet in front of where I was setting, was another key. An old key. One I had never seen before. Now I'm frickin pissed... I dismissed all the other stuff because it was questionable. But keys from thin air?
The next day I took both keys to an antique dealer and asked what they might possibly go to. The one key didn't look like a regular key. They examined them and said the one key was a pretty common key used for trunks. The other key they guessed might have gone to an old sewing machine drawer or to a cabinet of some type.
Not less than a month later I was home from work for the day and was indoors. I was in my living room when I heard a loud boom. It was so loud it shook the house and the windows raddled. I freaked and ran outside thinking perhaps one of the big trees up on the hill behind the house came down and went through the room. I walked all around and saw nothing. I went in the house and was almost afraid to go upstairs for fear of finding a lot of damage. After going completely through the house, not a thing was out of place. I had seen my neighbor outdoors watering her flowers so I went out to ask her what she thought it might be. She said she didn't hear anything.
I'm not one for jumping to conclusions, but I will admit, I believed there was something besides me that hung around the house.
I sold the lake home a few years ago. Not for anything I just mentioned, but for another journey in life. I still have one of the keys. Not sure why I've kept it. Every now and then I will take a drive out to the old lake house. I've wanted to ask the new owners if they have had anything "unusual" happen, but have never found anyone around.
Just thought you might find this experience interesting.
One thing I didn't mention in the story was the history of the house. The home is well over a hundred years old and originally sat on top of the hill overlooking the lake. Sometime in the early 1900s the house was lifted and rolled down the lane on logs and placed where it sets today. My neighbor who grew up on the lake had told me he heard stories about there being indian burial grounds somewhere around the lake.
When I bought the house, there was a summer cottage next to it. The older couple that had lived there for years built it. I guess the man and wife didn't get along all that well and he stayed in the summer house in warm weather while she lived in the main house. She had gone on a trip to visit relatives and when she got back, she found him dead in the summer house. He died of a heart attack. Not long after that she sold the house to me. I tore the summer house down a few years after buying the property, as I had no use for it and it needed repairs.
I've attached a photo of the lake taken from my yard..
Submitted by: Garry
Grandma
I have had a few experiences that I can share with you. I don't know if anyone else would find any interest in them, but maybe I'll write them down and send. This experience I'm sharing now probably helped me in understanding some others. I haven't spoken much about them, but maybe someone can relate or possibly shed some light for me on the more "weird" ones.
I was 18 before I had experienced loosing someone close. Death had always seemed like such a final thing. Evoking fear, hurt and an unbearable sense loss. It was something I didn't want to understand. You just hoped it wouldn't touch you or those around you.
It was in July of 1973. I graduated and just started a job at a factory. I remember pulling in the drive after work and my little sister running out to the car and bluntly saying "grandma died today", and then running back into the house. I got out of the car and walked in. I looked around and my mom was on the phone, my sister and brother were in front of the tv, dad still at work. I thought to myself.. maybe it wasn't true. Nothing appeared any different than any other day. I went to my room and closed the door and stayed there most of the evening.
My grandma was a grandma of heart, not blood. She lived with her daughter next door to us. We always seemed to have people in our lives that we made family, even though they weren't actually related. Everyone should of had someone like her for a grandmother. She was very petite, well dressed, and just hearing her speak made you feel good. Always smiling and doting. I remember watching her walk around the yard in her platform shoes, dress, and an apron. Carrying a bucket digging up dandelion greens. I always thought they were a weed. Who knew you could eat them. She would cook them up and serve them on a fancy plate with little yellow flowers around the edge. She thought they looked like dandelion flowers. Yuk, I didn't like them but I wouldn't tell her that.
Her health had been failing and about the last year of her life she repeatedly told stories of her childhood and a special horse she had named Billy. Billy got struck by lightening and died. She was heartsick over loosing her horse.
I can't tell you the number of times I heard her talk about it. Her daughter would get in such a rage with her for always repeating the story. She had no patients for her mother's stories. I thought she was cruel to her. It would upset me to the point that I had little respect for her daughter. I felt sorry for grandma. I didn't want the last days of her life to be filled with meanness and impatiences.
I probably morned her loss more than I think anyone else did. At least it seemed like it. Her last days were spent in the hospital. I would go up to see her, but it scared the hell out of me going into hospitals. She would talk about dying. I didn't want to hear her talk about it so I would make the visit short. I felt so much guilt for not being there the day she died. No one was. She died alone.
A year or so had passed, and every time I thought about her, I felt sorrow and regret. I also felt angry. Angry at how she was treated before she died. Regret for not getting to tell her how much I loved her. How I wished things would have been better for her at the end. Everyone around me seemed to have taken the loss in stride. Going about their lives as if she never even existed.
I asked god for the chance to see her and tell her I loved her. I figured the only way was to see her as a ghost and that thought just scared the hell out of me. I would go to her grave and tell her, but I never knew if it really made a difference. It didn't feel like it did.
One night while in a dead sleep, I felt a jolt to my senses. I was being pulled awake into a room filled with bright light. Light that seemed to pass right through me. I had such a keen sense of all the energy around me. Coming towards me through the light was my grandma. My heart was beating so fast I thought my chest would explode. I wanted to shout out to her everything I wished I had the chance to say. My head was spinning. As she moved towards me she reached out, and I touched her hand. The moment I touched her a calmness and piece came over me that I can't begin to describe. Every word I needed to say suddenly wasn't important. My grieving, anger, fear, it all went away in an instant. I knew with no words spoken that she loved me, and she knew I loved her. She was completely at piece, and her life, as well as all of ours, is a gift. The pure love given to me goes beyond words. Even more so is the awakened awareness of so much more all
around us. Not a single word had been spoken. Suddenly she was gone. I couldn't tell you how long the experience lasted, but the effects have given me strength and understanding that still carries me today.
I had received my wish, and probably the greatest gift anyone could ever wish for. I experienced the comfort of knowing something far greater than what we know exists. A place where love is without question, and all the heartache and pain melts away.
It was years before I could talk about what happened. When I did, my mom asked me to tell Blanche, grandma's daughter about it. I remember grumbling under my breath thinking she didn't deserve to know such a personal experience. I walked over and sat at the table with her telling her what had happened. She began to cry and thanked me. I was shocked. I could feel the hurt and regret deep in her over her mother. A pain I had been all to familiar with. She asked me a strange question. She wanted to know what grandma was wearing. When I thought about it I realized she appeared younger than I had known her. I told her she was dressed in blue and was wearing a hat. Blanche wanted me to describe in detail anything I could remember. I did vividly remember the hat grandma wore. It was small, a dark velvety fabric with a silver pin and white feather. I was surprised I even remembered any of that. Blanche went up to grandma's room and came down with a hat
box from grandma's closet. It was the very hat I described. I was emotionally taken back seeing it.
Blanche said it was grandma's favorite hat and she only wore it on special occasions. She also brought down an old photo. It was a picture of grandma as a girl wearing a full length dress and apron. She was standing holding the reigns to her horse Billy, who stood next to her.
A few years had passed and I was home visiting my parents. Blanche came over. She took me aside and handed me an envelope. She squeezed my hand and whispered to me to open it at home, in private. It was my birthday so I figured she gave me a birthday card. After getting home, I opened it. It WAS a birthday card. It was signed, "To My Grandson. I Will Always Love You, Grandma" I can't tell you how taken back I was. I sat out by the lake for a long time thinking about her and my experience. I went in the house and called my mom to tell her what Blanche had given me. She said she knew. Blanche found the card in Grandma's room sticking out of a book.
Some years ago I took the photo of grandma and her horse to a local artist. He did a painting from it. I've attached a copy to show you.
Garry
