Conference hydra::dejavu

254.0. "<THERE IS A GHOST OF A CHANCE>" by BIGMAC::CANTON () Wed Dec 03 1986 16:43

    Ah the supernatural one of favorite topics of lively conversation.
    I grew up on the island of Bermuda, and during a few of my younger
    years, lived in an old arm hospital that after World War I had been
    converted into a private home.  It was quite the place, 12 foot
    ceilings, huge solid wood doors with doorknobs that were located
    in the middle of the doors, a height that was unattainable for anyone
    under the footage of 4'.  My mother is part and parcile of a family
    that has always been involved with the spirt world, she grew up
    in a house in New York that was well known in it's area for having
    poltergist, some of them not so harmless, but all entertaining.
    The females in our family all have the "gift" some of us better
    than others, and always stronger between family members, but still
    relatively accurate with outsiders.  The house I started writing
    about was ripe for ghosts that go bump in the night and assorted
    other fuzzy things.  One of my favorite episodes was the night my
    father woke up to find what he took to be one of my younger brothers
    age 3, standing at the side of their bed, following an almost nightly
    routine, my father got up, picked the child up and took him into
    the bathroo., When he arrived at the bathroom and was about to put
    the child down, he discovered that there was now no child in his
    arms to deposit onto the bathroom floor.  Slightly taken aback,
    he ventured into my brothers room to find both of them sleeping
    soundly.  It was this incident that finally made a believer out
    of my father, who up until this point he had been more than sceptical
    of the number of other similar occurances that my mother and I had
    both experienced.  We also had a sobbing woman, an invisible visitor
    that made his/her presence known by sitting in the exact same chair
    at the exact same time every night for about a month, we knew someone
    was there from the feeling of very cold air that accompanies these
    spiritual beings and the seat of the chair sinking into the shape
    it takes when weight has been applies to it.  We tried on numerous
    occasions to converse with this visitor to no avail.  When he/she
    stopped it's nightly visits, we found ourselves missing his/her
    company.  There are numerous other stories, daytime ghosts, unplugged
    electric coffee pots jumping on kitchen counters, etc. etc.  All
    in all my formative years were extremely interesting.  I no longer
    live in an environment that affords me the company of (for lack
    of a better word) ghosts, and I must say that I find myself missing
    their presence.  At most times the feeling they gave was one of
    comfort.  I have heard some real horror stories about poltergist
    etc. and have been very lucky to have never really made their
    acquaintence.   For the record, non of my encounters even slightly
    resembled Casper.

    What a facinating background.  You are very lucky.