Nancy Morgan - posted on 07/08/2016 ( 2 moms have responded )
I gave birth to two children, a boy and a girl, and raised a 3rd until his 9th birthday when he was removed, legally, from his parents care and placed with his Grandfather. This boy is now 12. Of my two birth children, my son saw and heard ghosts, my daughter did not, and the the third sees and hears. the third is not a blood relative. My daughter has since married his Uncle and is now the Mother of his first cousin. Sounds a bit Springer there, doesn't it? Regardless, my Granddaughter, my daughter's child is now approaching her 3rd birthday and I have know since her birth that she saw and heard as well. I am getting ahead of myself here. Let me start with my oldest, Martin, who is now deceased as of two years ago in May. When he was 3, I heard him playing in an adjacent room with his cars and trucks. he was speaking to someone, you know how we speak to one another in person and on the phone, talk, pause, wait for an answer, rather than talking for himself and the other imaginary friend. So, I went to him, casually, and asked whom he was speaking with. He replied, "Ollie." Well, I already knew of this ghost in the house, he had been there for as long as I could remember and I am clairaudient only, I can't see, only hear them, but he wasn't speaking to me, only my son. Now, my Dad had died in 1984, 5 years before my son's birth, and I knew my Mom never quite bought into the house being haunted so she wouldn't have shared any info she might have had in the way of personal details about this man. In fact, I don't believe from her reaction to my relaying what he told me of this man that she knew what my Dad had confided in me. Some things just weren't discussed openly outside of families, but the owner of the property seemed to have found something in my Dad he instinctively trusted ,so he gave him this information. I asked my son the man's last name and he provided it, for the anonymity of the family, I am not going to reveal it. The name itself, is really irrelevant to the following information anyway, I asked him what the man looked like. He told me that, "Ollie was a child in a man's body." My parents used to refer to that as being slow. Today I am not sure of the politically correct term, it was MR. The man my dad bought the far, from had disclosed that much more indelicately to him without any other information. I do not know how long Ollie had stayed there, if he died there, nothing. b another story, before Ollie came to play with him, we had a neighbor girl, a live in baby sitter in you will, an a adult, Marty came to her and said,"I have a message for you. Inez says to tell you that she is watching out for you." He described the house she lived in. Where it was at one the property this girl's parents lived on. It was her Granny. This woman had been dead for many years, since before she and I had even become friends.Marty was articulate from the age of 1 1/2. By the time he was around 8-10, I am a bit unclear, he came to me and said he didn't want to hear or see them anymore and I told him that it was his decision to make. A couple of years before his death he became a minister and I found entries in his journal that mention he was beginning to see and hear them again. I believe they were trying to warn him that he was in danger. He sent me texts that I responded to and then he didn't acknowledge sending them. He was murdered in his own place by persons unknown. Second half of the story, my Granddaughter, Zoe, picked up a peek-a-boo friend while my daughter and I were investigating and picking up his ashes in Philadelphia,Pa. in our laundry room. Of course, only she could see and hear him. No one at the house could figure out what was up with her, she was under a year old and preverbal. She is sill struggling to speak. When I returned home with his ashes, I asked her who her peek-a-boo friend was, as we were passing the refrigerator, and she grabbed the picture of herself and her Uncle Marty off. They only were able to meet in person twice before his death and ,yet, he beat us home to watch over her for us. Now, his brother, Micheal, has always seen and can hear,but not make any of it out, so he says he doesn't count that. He says that the people he sees look as if the are standing on the other side of a fire. That kind of a distortion, I guess, and he has never been afraid, just as Marty was never afraid. Michael has made me consider the validity of reincarnation, though we are not related by blood one afternoon, I opened a box of pictures when he was, i believe 2, and he identified several people in the photographs. these were members of my family that are not displayed anywhere in my home or in albums he could have gotten to. I even dug out an album that had been stuck somewhere he could never have gotten to an asked him if he could identify two girls in this one photo and the girl with her back to the photo in the other. He was 100% accurate. The girl with he back to the photo was my Great Aunt that died in a sledding accident when she was either 8 or 10, I can't recall. he called her Dorfy for Dorothy. He recalled being in the top of the Cambridge Post Office looking down on employees during a visit with the Head Start Program and the recalled being on the stage preforming at The Vegaris State Theater when they went for a show for the Masonic Temple, as well as, the street he lived on, how many pharmacies were in town during that life, and what he died from, Lung Cancer. All that information has faded now, except he still recognizes his Masonic Pin. The Photographs he identified were of my Great Grandmother, May, her daughters, Dorothy, Naomi, and Audrey. The Masonic Pin belonged to my Great Grandfather and the man my Dad was named after, David Dyer, former Postmaster of Cambridge. None of the ghosts that came ever tried to harm or scare them in any way. Now, these were, I still tend to say are a lot you must forgive me, both gifted, in their own way, boys. Martin was in the accelerated program in school, Michael has a way with computers and has yet to prove himself in that way, however; I have every confidence he will. My daughter has begun to hear she says, but it is sporadic. My main concern is my Granddaughter, Zoe. I believe a demon has shown his face to her. My daughter and her husband went somewhere and borrowed an object, brought it back, and unbeknownst to me felt something watching them the entire night. Now, I didn't mention this before, but I am a long practitioner of Magic and Wicca, and I had noticed something new in the house the next day making noise, breath sounds, banging, that sort of thing. Then that next night, my Granddaughter completely freaks out, trembling, screaming, the whole nine yards, won't go past my dining room form the kitchen/ living. We live in a double wide out in the country. That is when my daughter, Megan, decided to inform me of what her husband had, initially, told her and she had confirmed about being watched. She wouldn't even let my 66 year old husband near her. Every time I or my daughter tried to leave the room she became even more hysterical. So, we got her outside and I called for as many ancestors as I could think of, panicking of course, and sealed up the doorways with a charm. I told it that this was my house, he didn't belong, get out, you aren't scaring my Granddaughter.Next day, this thing starts talking to me in my laundry room, sure enough, that night, he is back. She starts freaking out again ,but this time she is able to say,"Get me." I thought, "Oh, really." If I wasn't pissed before, i am really pissed now because neither boy was ever afraid and I am not going to let anything come scare her, especially on my home turf. I didn't take her outside this time, I wasn't running again. I called the corners in my kitchen. Invoked several Goddesses, called as many ancestors as I could remember from my family tree and her Dad's family tree. I have poured salt on my entry ways and saged my house now. If this doesn't work I am on to something called a Land Taking. I have another Wiccan friend that knows what that entails and I am researching it myself. It, from what I gather, tied the land to my bloodline for protection. I told her if that doesn't work , I am going to the Christian's, they have a good success rate in this sort of thing. I, actually, sat down with a Demonologist on Tuesday in my hometown that offered if I couldn't get rid of it on my own.Please, do not think I am a NUT JOB, truly I am not...