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**famosetroie** · 11-28-2006, 10:33 PM

Very, very fascinating story! I can see what you mean.
It has occurred to me that it only started happening when my mum passed away a few years ago, so maybe?

Many years ago I did go through a very hard time with "something" or "someone" bothering me very much, sitting on the end of my bed, that sort of thing.
I'll have to write more when I get the chance
Blessings, Marie

Hi Marie,

That's interesting, because when I wrote that it was both my sister and myself who experienced the loud bangings in the house, yet no one else could hear them, these episodes all took place following the death of our mother as well. So our energies would probably have been pretty emotionally charged...I was 10 and my sister was 6 when we lost our mum, we were the youngest in the family. We also grew up in a pretty bad environment, esp. after our mum's passing...lots of verbal abuse, our dad drank a lot, and there was also sexual abuse that I experienced. As a child, I had the feeling that the bangings occured as a result of our mother's spirit being upset - both over leaving us when she hadn't wanted to go, and over the fact that we were suffering in her absence. Of course now I'm not sure if that was the case, but I do believe that both my sister's and my emotions played a heavy part in us experiencing the strange events.

I also believe I actually heard my mum's spirit walking around one night. I was sleeping in the downstairs bedroom - there was only one downstairs, so I was the only one asleep on that floor of the house - when a noise woke me. I used to always sleep with the blankets over my head, as I was afraid of the dark, so when I heard the noise I woke up, but didn't uncover my head...was just too afraid. The noise I thought I heard was my bedroom door slowly opening. I lay there for a moment and waited, wondering if I'd imagined it. Then I heard the distinct sound of footsteps walking across the hardwood floor towards my bed. By this time I was petrified, and my heart was pounding so loudly I felt certain whoever was in my room would hear it. The footsteps stopped right at the side of my bed, in front of a cedar chest that was in my room. It was my mum's cedar chest, and it was filled with blankets and linen...but at the bottom of the chest was a drawer, and as I lay there I thought I heard the drawer opening, and shuffling of papers. After that I heard nothing, and I must have lay there for at least an hour, too afraid to move a muscle...but nothing happened. And that's all I can recall, so at that point I must have finally fallen back to sleep despite my fear.

The next morning when I woke up that was the first thing I remembered, but of course I thought I must have been dreaming. Then I went to get out of bed. I looked down and was shocked to see that the drawer to the cedar chest was open, and the papers - letters from my oldest brother, who had enlisted in the U.S. army several months before - were scattered about. When I got up I asked my dad, my sister, and my younger brother if they had been in my room that night, and they all said no, and wondered why. When I told them what had happened, my dad and brother both said I had to be dreaming. My sister did believe me, which was a bit of a comfort. I do believe the presence in my room had been that of my mum, that she was somehow worried about David, my brother who was away in the army- this was during the time of the Vietnam war - and was somehow trying to connect with him.

11-28-2006, 10:33 PM	#21
famosetroie Join Date Nov 2005 Posts 406 Senior Member	Very, very fascinating story! I can see what you mean. It has occurred to me that it only started happening when my mum passed away a few years ago, so maybe? Many years ago I did go through a very hard time with "something" or "someone" bothering me very much, sitting on the end of my bed, that sort of thing. I'll have to write more when I get the chance Blessings, Marie Hi Marie, That's interesting, because when I wrote that it was both my sister and myself who experienced the loud bangings in the house, yet no one else could hear them, these episodes all took place following the death of our mother as well. So our energies would probably have been pretty emotionally charged...I was 10 and my sister was 6 when we lost our mum, we were the youngest in the family. We also grew up in a pretty bad environment, esp. after our mum's passing...lots of verbal abuse, our dad drank a lot, and there was also sexual abuse that I experienced. As a child, I had the feeling that the bangings occured as a result of our mother's spirit being upset - both over leaving us when she hadn't wanted to go, and over the fact that we were suffering in her absence. Of course now I'm not sure if that was the case, but I do believe that both my sister's and my emotions played a heavy part in us experiencing the strange events. I also believe I actually heard my mum's spirit walking around one night. I was sleeping in the downstairs bedroom - there was only one downstairs, so I was the only one asleep on that floor of the house - when a noise woke me. I used to always sleep with the blankets over my head, as I was afraid of the dark, so when I heard the noise I woke up, but didn't uncover my head...was just too afraid. The noise I thought I heard was my bedroom door slowly opening. I lay there for a moment and waited, wondering if I'd imagined it. Then I heard the distinct sound of footsteps walking across the hardwood floor towards my bed. By this time I was petrified, and my heart was pounding so loudly I felt certain whoever was in my room would hear it. The footsteps stopped right at the side of my bed, in front of a cedar chest that was in my room. It was my mum's cedar chest, and it was filled with blankets and linen...but at the bottom of the chest was a drawer, and as I lay there I thought I heard the drawer opening, and shuffling of papers. After that I heard nothing, and I must have lay there for at least an hour, too afraid to move a muscle...but nothing happened. And that's all I can recall, so at that point I must have finally fallen back to sleep despite my fear. The next morning when I woke up that was the first thing I remembered, but of course I thought I must have been dreaming. Then I went to get out of bed. I looked down and was shocked to see that the drawer to the cedar chest was open, and the papers - letters from my oldest brother, who had enlisted in the U.S. army several months before - were scattered about. When I got up I asked my dad, my sister, and my younger brother if they had been in my room that night, and they all said no, and wondered why. When I told them what had happened, my dad and brother both said I had to be dreaming. My sister did believe me, which was a bit of a comfort. I do believe the presence in my room had been that of my mum, that she was somehow worried about David, my brother who was away in the army- this was during the time of the Vietnam war - and was somehow trying to connect with him.
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