Family History

It seems that my family has had a sort of "history" of experiencing strange things. It all seems so normal to us, that I guess we just blow certain things off as imagination. It's when instances happen so closely together that we begin to think. I have story that is the perfect example of this.

My grandfather had died just last month. January 17 to be exact. But this story takes place on the 15th. I was at my cousin Dee's house. It was me, her, her husband, another cousin and her boyfriend, and a few friends. At about 10:30 p.m., Dee's mom, Carol (I'm almost the spitting image of her), had called to ask if Dee had been to her house that day. My cousin said no, and asked why. This is what my aunt had told her.

Carol had left earlier that afternoon with her boyfriend to go to lunch. Well, knowing that she wasn't going to be back until that evening, she said aloud that she wished she had left her porch light on. When she got home, BOTH porch lights were on. She thought it was funny, but didn't think too much of it, until she went into the house. Every rug had been turned upside-down. The larger area rug in her living room had even been rolled up in front of her house. Now, my aunt is a serious stickler for everything in its place, so this freaked her out quite a bit. But, what made matters even more bizarre were her curtains she had just hung up that morning. She keeps them at a height of one inch from the ground. Both curtains were not only touching the floor, but one had been turned around. Understandably, my aunt was terrified. She thought someone was in her house. So, she locked herself in her garage.

She usually keeps a couple trash containers out there, one for dog food and the other for yard waste. Her dog was out in the garage as well. Now, her dog is almost as old as the hills, and his hips are going bad. Besides, the only container he would ever touch is the one with the food in it. Well, as the situation would have it, the yard waste container had been knocked over and the weeds and twigs spread all over the garage floor. She immediately called her son-in-law, who lives just a couple houses away. (Yes, she had a phone in the garage as well. Luckily.) He,
along with a neighbor, had come over and searched the house thoroughly. No one could be found.

No one living, anyway. She absolutely refused to sleep that night until another, more skeptical, aunt came over. Not much else happened that night. Or so it would seem. Apparently, when she had called her son-in-law, my aunt was talking to her other daughter, Carolyn, until he came over. Carolyn had claimed that their conversation was
being monitored by someone on an extension in the house. (There are three phones in the house: one in the master bedroom, one in the kitchen, and one in the garage.) When Carolyn had made mention of someone else being on the phone, there was an audible click as the extension was hung up. This made matters worse for my aunt, because she was still alone in the house.

This wasn't the beginning, though. It actually started earlier that morning. My aunt's former mother-in-law, Ruby, had called. She asked Carol if she had called her the previous night, the 14th. My aunt said no, and asked why. Well, Ruby's Caller ID showed that a call was made to her from my aunt's house at exactly 12 midnight. But my aunt was asleep at the time, and she lives alone. So, who made the call?

As I said in the beginning, my grandfather had died last month. We had finally figured that all of the activity that was going on was because of him. So, on Sunday, Jan. 16th, my cousin Dee and I decided to buy an Ouija board. I had used them before, so I knew what to do. We had contacted our great-uncle Kenny. He was our grandpa's brother, but I'm not sure if he was younger or older. I believe he was younger, though. Anyway, he had been dead for quite some time, early 80's. He said he was the prankster who was behind the hijinks at my aunt's house. He had been trying to get her attention. Boy, did he get it!!

Anyway, he wanted to let us know that grandpa would be leaving us soon, and that he had come to take him home. We asked him when, and he said that there will a party for grandpa on Thursday. So, naturally, we assumed we had until Thursday to be with grandpa. But this was not to be. We thanked Uncle Kenny for the message and said our goodbyes. The next day, all of us kids had gone over to my grandparents' house. At first, my fiance didn't
want me to go since I was there the day before. But I told him that I had this feeling that I should be there, so I went. There were kids and grandkids coming and going from the house all day. It was like we all knew. At about 5:00 that evening, grandpa took a turn for the worse. (He had cancer, and his kidneys had failed at this time.) He asked my grandma where everyone was, so she had me call his last two living sisters, one older and the other was the baby.

They got to the house at about 5:45. They immediately went in to see him. I had called my sister over too. Her boyfriend had been an EMT and was a big help to grandma when taking care of grandpa. They had just walked in the house, when he went in to check my grandpa's vitals. Right at the moment that Mike (the EMT) called for my grandma, everyone knew. It was exactly 6:00 p.m. on January 17, that my grandpa passed away.

Now, I know I had said that Uncle Kenny said it would be Thursday, but oddly enough, technically it was Thursday when he left us. That Thursday, January 20, was our dear grandpa's wake. It was a rather large to-do, as grandpa would put it, as far as the people who came. People who I haven't seen in years were there, and then some. But this doesn't necessarily end the story. This will go on. I was very close to my grandpa, and hope to continue to be, even though he's passed on. I've talked to him through the Ouija, and know he's okay. One last thing to add before I go. My aunt, Carol, had woke up one night not too long ago. She looked over by her bedroom door, where this eerie light was coming from.

She says she saw both my grandpa and uncle Kenny standing there, smiling at her. She told them good night,
and they were gone. So, I'm assuming grandpa did make it to heaven. (He had been concerned with where his brother was coming from to take him back. If it was hell, he wasn't going.) Well, so far, this is the end of my story. That is, until the next strange thing happens. I'll keep you posted on any interesting new developments. Thanks.

By: spiritwulf75@yahoo.com