True Ghost Stories: Real Accounts of Death and Dying, Grief and Bereavement, Soulmates and Heaven, Near Death Experiences, and Other Paranormal Mysteries (The Supernatural Book Series: Volume 3) Read Online Free PDF Page B

on me, or having a laugh.
     
     
Later, I realized that this young man had the same face of someone that appeared in a picture of my three daughters. This is a very true story.
     
     
I have a door in my house, leading to my basement. The natural grain of the wood forms an image of a Native Indian elder with a wolf by his side. Very comforting.
     
     
Psychic Vampire
     
My friend had been telling me about this girl who could do things with lights. He called her a psychic vampire. I didn't believe him, but my friend insisted I meet her. I did, and the three of us went driving around her hometown, which was only a few miles from where I lived.
     
     
After awhile this girl started getting excited, saying there was this house nearby, one that had a door on the second storey that went to nowhere and one she remembered from years ago.
     
     
Apparently, these two people hadn't been able to find this place the last time they'd tried, and ended up going around in circles. So, there it was - we found it. I looked and saw a house matching her description and asked, "Is that it?" Both of them looked but saw only trees.
     
     
We drove round and back again, and this time they saw it. As we passed it, I got this sick feeling that something was just wrong. Something wasn't right and my head was hurting as a warning to get as far from there as I could, but I wasn't the one behind the wheel.
     
     
I felt an anxiety come over me and when we weren't leaving fast enough, I felt an anxiety attack was about to set in, like I was going to be violently sick.
     
     
We left for a while, only to go back an hour later because the girl wanted to make sure she could find it on her own (she hasn't been able to). Everything went to hell for me; I was shaking, my stomach was about to throw up everything; and my head felt like someone was attacking it with an axe.
     
     
Sadly, we had to pass by it again to get on the road back home. As we passed it the final time, I was hunched over, holding my stomach. Suddenly I felt as if two hands had grabbed my shoulders and pushed me into the back of the seat, and I could feel their weight on my chest. My friend noticed, and grabbed my hand, trying to calm me while the girl speed up to get us out of there.
     
     
She noted later that a pair of headlights had followed us closely for some time before vanishing into nothing, as if it was escorting us out. It took me some time to recover from the shock.
     
     
Fog, Energy and Transformation
     
A friend and I were visiting an abandoned train tunnel in the mountains. There was a light fog just outside the tunnel opening due to the cool tunnel air meeting the warmer humid air outside.
     
     
As we stood there, the fog began to swirl and then, over a span of about 10 minutes, the fog took on a number of shapes. It shrunk to a round shape, about the size of a basketball; then it formed a narrow horizontal line about 15 feet long; it completely dissipated. Next it reformed into various shapes and figures, dissipated again, swirled into view, and finally coalesced into a horse-like shape (which I caught on film).
     
     
The fog itself seemed to be a natural occurrence, but its movement was not!
     
     
Drug Overdoses, Death, and the Remains
     
In a previous flat my small son had a room where two brothers died previously from drug overdoses. Their bodies lay there many days before they were found; the smell was still a bit in the room.
     
     
Once, when I had bent over in that room I could not get up again because somebody invisible was pressing me down.
     
     
My son came also sometimes, in the night, into my sleeping-room telling me that somebody was standing in his room.
     
     
Tell Me I'm Not Crazy
     
This is an on going thing.
     
     
I was about eight years old the first time I saw a shadow pass from my mom's room to the kitchen.
     
     
I would get up to see why mom went to the sink. I could not hear her doing anything and of course no one would be