So one evening my brother and I were cleaning off some old shelves in the basement of our family home. The people who lived there had left all sorts of junk, and a few cool things behind, which became our property in the purchase of the house.
So we are cleaning in a mid-west stormy night. Thunder and lightning, some of the shelves had old canning projects on them and we tossed those out. So we moved over to the next shelf which was built into a small alcove so the length was short, but the shelf was deep. Cannot see the top shelf, but I can reach up there to get the junk.
So I reach up, and feel something, I can grab it by what I think is a built in handle. So I grab it as I hear the thunder, pull it out of the top shelf, and there I am holding a human skull with my fingers in the handle, the eye sockets.
Have a day filled with peace joy love and blessings....
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The trip down to Missouri and the infamous ghost house began before even leaving Chicago. The house had been purchased and we were just starting to pack up the boxes for the move. On the kitchen wall hanging on a cup hook was a Crucifix, the catholic cross with Jesus hanging on it. My dad and I were sitting at the kitchen table playing a game of chess, when all of the sudden the Crucifix jumped off the cup hook and landed on the floor with Jesus getting broken in the process. I had been totally against the move, and told my dad that this was a sign to not move, of course he did not listen.
My dad would be another story here. Dad was bi-polar (before bi-polar was a word). So it is hard to tell what bothered him, or what he saw. Because as time went on, he just got worse and worse. With in 2 years from the move, he and mom would divorce and he would return to Chicago. He would not improve with the move. Once telling me that he was cured from the bi-polar, to which I explained that you do not get cured from bi-polar. That turned into a big argument with him and I in the 1990s.
Back to the house part, in those 2 years he would stay up all night walking around the yard and house, never doing anything but wandering. Waking us all up in the middle of the night, when he would see something, when we all had school and mom had work to get to early in the morning.
We really could not tell. He was going downhill before we left Chicago, and just got worse. After getting back to Chicago, nothing improved. I once had a chance to talk to his friend and former boss, Frank. Frank kept an I on him until he sold his business and retired. He was worried about my dad as well. I trusted Frank's opinion, I had known him since being a young boy when my dad originally worked for him.
You are posting some good questions. Dad got to the point that you could be sitting talking to him, he would look down and when he came back up with his head, it was a different person you would be talking to. Not a nice person either. (Just a note, my Father is why I use a cane to get around these days. My doctor has confirmed it multiple times. I spent my 4th b-day in the hospital with a broken left hip, and he did that.)
I am sorry to hear that , even though I don't think he was a good man , but you lost a parent after all , is your mum alive , sorry for the questions but I find your story interesting , and you don't have to answer if you don't want too x
My mom is still living, all the way out on the west coast, I am back in the middle of the country. This is home to me. I had a chance to move back to the west coast, but avoided it due to my family out there (mom and sister). It was one of the reasons I moved to Dubai for 5 years. (The first villa I lived in there was loaded with spirits, but that is another story.) My mom totally forgot my birthday on the 2nd of June. That is how it is with her and my sister. So it was better being by myself when I returned. I had a chance to move there, to the Manchester area, but there was some technical issues with that. (yet another story). So now I sit typing in another place with spirits around me (ok just when I typed that the lightning looked like it came pretty close to the house, and thunder.) I am going to think about a few more things, see what comes up for an answer. So keep asking the questions.
how was Dubai , was it something to get away from everyone or things? and do you see spirits regularly ? what do your friends think of it are there spooked. Like I said I have not experienced paranormal , well not like ghosts , there was one time , my gran passed away a while back on the night after her funeral , I went to bed , the curtains were open , I looked out and saw two like tiny dots of lights , with a strong impression there was looking in on me , my husband came into the room , and I turned to look back out and there had gone , my feeling it was my gran and my granddad ( who died many years before that ) looking in on me , and there was reunited at last , which too many people would think I was crazy , but who knows ?
