Hawkeye
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OK, I seriously do not believe in Ghosts until tonight.
I mean first lets get things out of the way- I can rationalize just about anything. But you all also know I'm a very deeply spiritual person.
Now I have NEVER believed in ghosts. I mean I'm one of those people who will always say the mind is playing tricks on you etc.
Well not tonight.
You see one of my dad's business partners mother died. (I'll just call her Carol) and so we all went to the funeral home.
Well I do not like large crowds and I didn't have anything to do with my hands so I would at least not show my fear of people. I had no pockets and no keys to jangle.
So I happen to walk into the room where the Carols mom was and stood by a chair. I saw this picture of Carol's mom and dad (the dad died about a year ago) with Ronald Reagan! And I'm just admiring this picture when I feel someone touch my hand that was closest to the chair. I'm a little perplexed because there was no one around me. I mean there was a good 4-5 feet between me and the next person. So I figured I ran it against the chair subconsciously wanting to do something with my hands.
So I then happened to watch it and I felt a hand wrap around mine. I looked around and there was NOBODY there and it was the same hand that was closest to the chair. I thought it was odd but again dismissed it to my imagination.
Well then Carol came in with my parents. She saw me looking a little perplexed then came over and said, " What are you looking at?" I told her I was looking at this picture of her mother and Ronald Reagan.
So the grip on my hand began to tighten as Carol told me the story of how her mother and father got some books that Reagan really wanted in his library or something like that and the picture was of the two presenting it to him.
The grip from the invisible hand began to tighten as I felt a strange tingle in my entire arm. I wasn't sure what I was feeling. But I felt a nice tap on my arm and then my mom said something that startled me.
She told Carol that it was so interesting where that picture was because my mom remembered the last time we were at that funeral home when Carol's dad died (about a year ago) and Carol's mom was sitting in that exact chair I was standing next to telling my mom the story of how they met Ronald Reagan.
By now I'm really alarmed because I'm trying to think of all sorts of rational thoughts but then I felt a gentle pat on my arm and as everyone walked away I felt someone hugging me. Then I got this crazy idea to tell Carol that her momma really loved her family.
I had no idea why because I didn't know Carol's mom at all nor am I one of these people who thinks they can tell people all sorts of crazy stuff. Well it was irrational and everything but I felt like I was being "dragged" to Carol. I told Carol that it was kinda neat that it was obvious her momma loved her family very much and then Carol's eyes just filled up and she fought back tears.
See I gotta let you all know that I am not that emotional at funerals and funeral homes. I've been to so many in my life with everyone I love that I'm kind of indifferent to death (I know it sounds horrible) but I just view it as another part of whatever.
No sooner had I told her that then I felt a gentle pat on my shoulder, again the nearest person around me other than Carol was a good ways away (not within arm reach) and then another squeeze on my hand and then nothing.
It didnt scare me as much as it alarmed me because again I am a very rational person when it comes to death and ghosts. I just never believed in them but I think I felt one this time around. Which is insanity but in a way a great compliment.
So anyway-Tell me your ghost stories!
I mean first lets get things out of the way- I can rationalize just about anything. But you all also know I'm a very deeply spiritual person.
Now I have NEVER believed in ghosts. I mean I'm one of those people who will always say the mind is playing tricks on you etc.
Well not tonight.
You see one of my dad's business partners mother died. (I'll just call her Carol) and so we all went to the funeral home.
Well I do not like large crowds and I didn't have anything to do with my hands so I would at least not show my fear of people. I had no pockets and no keys to jangle.
So I happen to walk into the room where the Carols mom was and stood by a chair. I saw this picture of Carol's mom and dad (the dad died about a year ago) with Ronald Reagan! And I'm just admiring this picture when I feel someone touch my hand that was closest to the chair. I'm a little perplexed because there was no one around me. I mean there was a good 4-5 feet between me and the next person. So I figured I ran it against the chair subconsciously wanting to do something with my hands.
So I then happened to watch it and I felt a hand wrap around mine. I looked around and there was NOBODY there and it was the same hand that was closest to the chair. I thought it was odd but again dismissed it to my imagination.
Well then Carol came in with my parents. She saw me looking a little perplexed then came over and said, " What are you looking at?" I told her I was looking at this picture of her mother and Ronald Reagan.
So the grip on my hand began to tighten as Carol told me the story of how her mother and father got some books that Reagan really wanted in his library or something like that and the picture was of the two presenting it to him.
The grip from the invisible hand began to tighten as I felt a strange tingle in my entire arm. I wasn't sure what I was feeling. But I felt a nice tap on my arm and then my mom said something that startled me.
She told Carol that it was so interesting where that picture was because my mom remembered the last time we were at that funeral home when Carol's dad died (about a year ago) and Carol's mom was sitting in that exact chair I was standing next to telling my mom the story of how they met Ronald Reagan.
By now I'm really alarmed because I'm trying to think of all sorts of rational thoughts but then I felt a gentle pat on my arm and as everyone walked away I felt someone hugging me. Then I got this crazy idea to tell Carol that her momma really loved her family.
I had no idea why because I didn't know Carol's mom at all nor am I one of these people who thinks they can tell people all sorts of crazy stuff. Well it was irrational and everything but I felt like I was being "dragged" to Carol. I told Carol that it was kinda neat that it was obvious her momma loved her family very much and then Carol's eyes just filled up and she fought back tears.
See I gotta let you all know that I am not that emotional at funerals and funeral homes. I've been to so many in my life with everyone I love that I'm kind of indifferent to death (I know it sounds horrible) but I just view it as another part of whatever.
No sooner had I told her that then I felt a gentle pat on my shoulder, again the nearest person around me other than Carol was a good ways away (not within arm reach) and then another squeeze on my hand and then nothing.
It didnt scare me as much as it alarmed me because again I am a very rational person when it comes to death and ghosts. I just never believed in them but I think I felt one this time around. Which is insanity but in a way a great compliment.
So anyway-Tell me your ghost stories!