Post by sirgallahad2 on Dec 19, 2008 17:00:57 GMT -5
I have 2 stories. Both things happened to my mom and she told them to me. They both happened within a a few months of each other. For a little back story on all of this...... My dad was murdered when I was 3 years old. He was a 3-tour Marine Corps Vietnam veteran. I will spare the gory details and merely say that he was shot 8 times. When mom and dad were together, mom had joked about how good looking dad would be when he was an old man (he was about 32 at the time). He said "Susie I won't live to see 40". He then told her about a dream he had. He dreamed that he would be shot to death. He described where each bullet would hit. Mom asked him "Why would you think that?" His response was "I have to pay for what I did in Vietnam". After mom identified him in the morgue, the coroner listed the cause of death. Bullets struck every part of his body that he said they would. Mom hung onto it the autopsy report, police interviews, and newspaper clippings. I read the Autopsy report when I was 12.
Well... back to the "Ghost" part of this ghost story. This was about 1983. A few months after dad's funeral my mom still had his car. She hadn't quite gotten around to selling it. She came home from work one day and saw someone sitting in the driver's seat. She came around to the front and it was dad. She walked into the house, I'm sure she panicked a bit and looked back outside. He was still sitting there, staring at her. It took 3 hours for him to leave.
The next one happened a little while later. Mom was still living in the house that she grew up in. (and subsequently, the house that my sister and I would be raised in). For the sake of the story, my mom's name is Susan, her mom's name was Vera, and my dad's name was Bill. Vera was ill and mom was taking care of her. On wednesday mom was to put vera on the train back to illinois. Tuesday night mom had a dream. In the dream she was walking through her own house. She wandered about for a little while and and made her way to vera's room. When mom made it through the door she looked at vera's bed. It was empty and dad was standing over it. He looked at mom, looked at the empty bed and pointed at it, staring at mom. Mom woke up and took vera to the train station. They made it to the platform early. Vera and mom kinda talked for a while. When the train was pulling in, mom and vera said goodbye. They held eachother for a while, cried a bit, and mom told vera she loved her, and vera boarded the train.
A week later Vera was dead.
Well... back to the "Ghost" part of this ghost story. This was about 1983. A few months after dad's funeral my mom still had his car. She hadn't quite gotten around to selling it. She came home from work one day and saw someone sitting in the driver's seat. She came around to the front and it was dad. She walked into the house, I'm sure she panicked a bit and looked back outside. He was still sitting there, staring at her. It took 3 hours for him to leave.
The next one happened a little while later. Mom was still living in the house that she grew up in. (and subsequently, the house that my sister and I would be raised in). For the sake of the story, my mom's name is Susan, her mom's name was Vera, and my dad's name was Bill. Vera was ill and mom was taking care of her. On wednesday mom was to put vera on the train back to illinois. Tuesday night mom had a dream. In the dream she was walking through her own house. She wandered about for a little while and and made her way to vera's room. When mom made it through the door she looked at vera's bed. It was empty and dad was standing over it. He looked at mom, looked at the empty bed and pointed at it, staring at mom. Mom woke up and took vera to the train station. They made it to the platform early. Vera and mom kinda talked for a while. When the train was pulling in, mom and vera said goodbye. They held eachother for a while, cried a bit, and mom told vera she loved her, and vera boarded the train.
A week later Vera was dead.