Paranormal Ghost Stories

A Touch of Death

Submitted by : Laura Walker

 

“The Shrine”

 

As I entered Grandma’s front door there IT was “The Shrine”, a great big almost life like statue of Jesus. It was there that I first felt something was wrong. The way the shrines eye’s followed me gave me an eerily unnerving feeling… The shrine was an image of Jesus with thorns upon his head, blooding dripping down his face and he looked sad, very sad… I never walked past that creepy statue unless I had to, especially in the middle of the night on my way to the bathroom.

It was Easter midnight mass, and we hurried to get to the church. My grandma took care of the Priest until the day she passed away. My grandmother was a devout Catholic, and my God mother to boot… Our family actually donated land and money to build the church in Tamales, CA. I think it was to atone for all their sins and get them through purgatory quicker. I’ll never forget the darkness of the church and all the lit candles and finally the procession with the giant cross with Jesus on it… The memory of how we all piled up in line to kiss the feet of the dead Shrine on the cross, while the priest droned on and on in Latin, and in the dark with candles lit Latin sounds even scarier to a twelve year old child…


It was later that the real story takes place… We arrived home some time after mass and went promptly to bed. I had a night light in my room because I was afraid of the dark and had requested one. The room I was in had a picture on the wall of a woman with a wreath of thorns upon her head, and she was holding a child. The woman appeared to be the Virgin Mary holding the Christ child and she was standing upon a seven headed beast in the heavens. The picture was done in hues of greenish grays and looked very ominous and turbulent.


It was an unusually warm evening for that time of year and I was having trouble falling asleep when I began to feel light breezes blowing over me. I was becoming more and more trance like as the breezes became cooler and cooler. I looked up and into the corner of the bedroom. I noticed a shadow of a hand moving ever so slowly up the wall to the ceiling. Slowly the shadow moved toward me on the ceiling and as it approached I became colder and colder.

As I laid there I became aware that I was no longer lying on my bed, but rather floating above it with no clothes on, and I knew I was not alone in that room… The shadowy hand was now directly over me as it began it’s ascent toward my helpless body. I noticed a feeling of coldness that I had never known before and it was chillingly frightening…


I tried to scream for my grandmother to no avail. I had no voice so I tried to hit the wall but before my flailing hand made contact I lost all strength and my hand slid with out purpose down the wall…I didn’t know what to do and was becoming terrified more and more by the moment. I am not a particularly religious person but I want you to know I was desperate and remembered something my mother had told me many times… Mom said to pray if I was ever in doubt and ask for help in the name of Jesus. I began to pray for help and with-in seconds it was gone. I am not saying that prayer is the answer for everyone but it sure worked for me that night… I never stayed at my grandmother’s home again with out my parents and definitely not in that room…I was too afraid that “IT” would happen again…

My grandmother’s oldest sister Josephine is 103 yrs old, and has promised me she will pay me a visit upon her death to show me that this is not all there is and that there is indeed another side…. I’ll let you know if that ever happens. I hope it does because then a lot of my questions will be answered, you know, the age old question we all have… “Is this all there is…”

Just a footnote: This also happened to my younger sister Gayla, and an older married cousin Donna who both had very similar experiences while sleeping in the same house, in the exact same room….

 

 

 Submitted by Lura Ketchledge www.LuraKetch.com

 

Contact Dreams

Some things come naturally to some people like learning to swim or riding a bike. But when something psychic happens to you the first time, something that you weren’t expecting, it rarely feels natural. In fact it is down right scary!

It had been quite sometime after my accident, after my near death experience when I cam to terms that ghosts could and did come to me just after they died. Being self confident I incorporated it into my life while saying nothing about it, with the exception of my therapist and a family member. I went on about my business without giving ghosts much thought.

 

Did I say that I was self confident? What I should have said was that I was over confident! A few years later I started to dream. We all dream don’t we? As a kid I use to dream I wore my pajamas to school and in another dream I forgot the words of my solo in choir. I believe these are normal dreams, dreams everyone has from time to time. The dreams I started to have when I was in my thirties took on a whole new definition of ‘sweet dreams’.

 

I like to go to sleep just after the Tonight Show. I always seem to need a good laugh after watching the eleven o’clock news. Sometime in the night it would start just when I am not sure. The mechanics of it is still a mystery to me. What I can tell you is that it has always been a one on one kind experience. Suddenly I am in the place and I am wide awake! I am it on a different plane, where I just don’t know. Next I am face to face with someone that is dead and it real and in living color. It’s not a sugar sweet reunion although a few times it has been. What I can tell you is that all the unfinished business I had with this person for good or for bad is right in my face.

 

For instance I had this aunt who died and I loved her a lot but when she got old she was very cross and quite mean .I  didn’t have an ounce of regret about distancing myself from her before she died and I still don’t. Back to my dream, ok I was in this place it wasn’t earth and it wasn’t heaven or hell. My late aunt was there and so was all the hurt I felt from her when she was alive. All my emotions seemed to be churned up at once and just as I was addressing these issues with her I was jolted awake. I felt like someone dropped me back in my body! I mean the kind of surreal awake ten alarm clocks going off at one could produce. Right as I opened my eyes a ghost floated into my bedroom. I knew it was my late aunt. I knew she wanted me to see her. I was startled but not angry or upset. She staid for a while then faded into air like a feather gliding in a breeze.

 

I believe to be seen sometimes a ghost stirs up strong emotions in order to connect with you at least that’s what my aunt did with me. I have had a lot more of what I dub as contact dreams but I will write about those another time.

more from Lura…
This morning I was jolted awake not by my alarm clock, not the dog barking or the phone ringing. A spirit hovered near my bed five feet or so from my body. I was not scared I didn’t jump out of bed and run down the hall screaming like a mental patent. You call it a spirit a ghost or a dead person trying to make contact with you. This soul that came to me was in the shape of a bubble or ball. It was white and somewhat transparent in color although I knew it was dense. As I spoke to this soul it floated almost glided ever close to me. It was above me not far from the ceiling maybe two or three feet above my body. This ghost or spirit wanted to be seen wanted to me know he or she was there. It had been a month since I had seen a ghost. That’s a long time between visitations for me. I usually see one a couple times a week. It was also a disappointment because this spirit did not identify them-selves to me. And I didn’t have a clue as to who they had been when they were a live.The last ghost encounter at my farm didn’t go so well. About four or five weeks ago a ghost tried to come in through my bed room window. He looked just as human as you or I except all the pigmentation on his body and clothing were gone and he was all white! The man was tall lean with an angular face and he was old. The first thing he said to me was ‘Let me in’. As I tired to prevent him from coming inside my bedroom my heart was beating out of my chest .It was past three am, pitch black outside and I was home alone. The next thing the ghost said broke my heart he said ‘When can I go back to work?’ Right then and there my fear dissipated and I knew the poor man was lost and confused. I told him I would come outside to talk to him. He walked in a circle on my lawn just outside my window then he faded away. I would like to say that I bolted out my door to come to this poor ghost’s aid but I did not. I sat in bed for an hour before I ventured outdoors with my flash light and a very sleepy dog at my side. There was no ghost no trace of who I had seen except for the realization the ghost did not know he was dead!