A Mississippi tale......

[Bob Wright]

My mother's older sister, my Aunt Della, and her husband were sharecroppers down around Oxford, Mississipi. The lived in weathered two story house near Paris, MS. The upper floor had only one room floored and ceiled, the rest of the area was open joists with no flooring. The house was built in the "dog trot" style, with the front door opening into a full length hall. To the right as one entered the hall, was the living room, dining room, and kitchen. On the left were three bedrooms. The house had electrc lights, but no running water. About 1951 or '52, when I was about fourteen or so, we, my Mom, Dad, and I, drove down for a visit.

On Sunday morning there was no church service that weekend. And Dad always wanted a morning paper, especially on Sunday. Papers were sold at a nearby general store, about a quarter of a mile up the road. So, the three of us "men" walked up to the store.

My mother and aunt were still doing the breakfast dishes, when my mother heard my footsteps coming down the hall. My mother could identify each of us children by our footsteps. She remarked to my aunt, "Robert must have decided not to go with them."

She walked to the door to see me, and there was no one there! She remarked to my aunt, "I thought sure that was Robert coming down the hall.."

My aunt's reply: "Oh, we hear that all the time."

Bob Wright

 

[jimbo1096]

Good story, Bob, is the house still there?

 

[Bob Wright]

Good story, Bob, is the house still there?

I have no idea. Its been over fifty years now since I last saw it.

Bob Wright

 

[Don Lovel]

I lived in an old Dog Trot house with the most awesome porch dividing the house.Snowball Arkansas. Living room was the original hand hewed oak log cabin built in 1868. Rest of the big house built around that. Living room, kitchen and a bedroom on north side. 2 bedrooms on south side. Front porch was broad and open and the middle porch was a screenhouse and the back porch was a work bench with a big screw flat jaw vice. A flat rock 10ft square area held a forge and anvil and a second bench with a big blacksmith vice. Shed roof from back porch.
Breezeway through screenhouse was sure nice.
Ghost of original owner was definately there. He was blind from orchard pesticide dust and his wife died 6yrs before him and he lived in that house til he died in 1918 flu epidemic. We heard him bumping into stuff regularly.

 

[Mobuck]

It can be very disconcerting to 'see or hear' things that haven't happened yet.

 

[Watertender]

I have worked in 2 different hospitals since 2016. Both of them have had many unusual occurrences.

At the 1st hospital there were pictures of the former doctors along one hallway. One of them always smoked a pipe with cherry tobacco and you would get the smell of fresh cherry pipe smoke by his portrait 30 years after his death. I also had tools move on me while I was fixing a pump. I reached out for a pair of pliers and wrench, I had them laid out on a towel on top of the pump casing and they were sitting on a valve handwheel behind me.

At the hospital I work at currently I was breaking in a new Engineer and we were in a mechanical room on the same floor that the nuns lived on over 50 years ago. We both turned our heads at the same time and exclaimed that we had seen something. I told him to write down what he saw and I would do the same. We both wrote that we saw a nun in old fashioned clothing walk into the side of an air handling unit. There are also a couple of rooms that the lights and TV both go on and off by themselves and the furniture moves.

I fully believe that there are spirits among us and if you are in tune with them that they will reveal themselves to you.

 

[Jeepnik]

Want freaky? Try working graveyards in a shipyard. After a while when you hear, see, smell, feel something you just say how you doing tonight. And since with your companion there are only three in the yard, it’s nice to have the company.

 

[vito]

I think that we "see" spirits and other supernatural things because we want to see them whether they are really there or not. Thinking that we see or sense a spirit of some type confirms to us that there is an existence after death. I'd like to believe that there is life after death, but the rational part of my brain tells me that once you are dead you just no longer exist, just as you did not exist before you were born. The older I get the more I would like to believe that this life is not all that there is, but I guess belief in an "eternal soul" or something like that was not drilled into me before I was able to think rationally. If ever there is indisputable evidence of the supernatural I will happily change my position.

 

[Jeepnik]

Vito, to state what has been said many times. That’s what faith is, believe in an idea without physical proof. You either have it or don’t. And trying to convince a person to change their beliefs is a waste of time.

 

[6GUNSONLY]

I worked night shift for years at a mental health center that was well over 50 years old. A lot had been remodeled but the old inpatient unit was adjoining though no longer in use. It all had a very 1940s institutional atmosphere to it. I had clients there for group therapy from 6 to 9 pm. After they left, I was there alone and would stay late doing my documentation and preparing for the next day. It never bothered me, but strange noises and the feeling that someone was watching you or that you'd seen something in your peripheral vision was a common occurrence. If any of the girls who worked there had to be there after hours they always wanted to know where I was because the place creeped them out.

 

[Watertender]

I worked night shift for years at a mental health center that was well over 50 years old. A lot had been remodeled but the old inpatient unit was adjoining though no longer in use. It all had a very 1940s institutional atmosphere to it. I had clients there for group therapy from 6 to 9 pm. After they left, I was there alone and would stay late doing my documentation and preparing for the next day. It never bothered me, but strange noises and the feeling that someone was watching you or that you'd seen something in your peripheral vision was a common occurrence. If any of the girls who worked there had to be there after hours they always wanted to know where I was because the place creeped them out.

The college where I was Chief Engineer was attached to an old mental hospital. We used to supply steam to them. There were a lot of unexplained things that happened especially where the utility tunnel came into the building