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Re: Meander Where You May
« Reply #15 on: May 16, 2019, 03:35:45 PM »

Here are some ghost stories...

One time when I was a kid, just before my father died, I was laying in bed, and it was a bunk-bed with my bed on top, and my brother's bed under mine, and I saw a ghost, it was a lady in white, and she picked me up, and I started praying to God to help me, and the ghost carried me around the room, I remember looking out the window as we went by the window, and then she put me back in my bed, and she disappeared.

Then, I worked at a dog kennel that was haunted. One day I was feeding the dogs, and I had to get more food for them, so I grabbed the food pot and I left the cart there, and I went to the tub room to mix up a pot of food for the dogs, and I turned around to walk back to where the cart was, and there was the cart behind me. A ghost brought the cart to me. I was the only person there.

And another time at the kennel, in the tub room, I watched a funnel get thrown across the room by a ghost.

When my Grandmother died, I was home in bed, and I saw a ghost of a woman in white at the foot of my bed. I just put my blanket over my head, and prayed to God.

Another story... I had a friend, Drew, he was a retired studio executive at Paramount, and at Universal, we were roommates in a group home, the group home was a seven bedroom mansion, and at the time I owned a motor home, and there was a spot on the property to park motor homes, and so my motor home was parked there. We used to sit in my motor home and party, because we were not allowed to party in the house, and my motor home had a nice stereo and stuff, so it was nice to party in my motor home. My friend Drew loved my motor home, and he used to sleep in the motor home sometimes. Well, Drew died, and after Drew died I was in the motor home, and a light turned on in the motor home, and it was Drew turning on the light I bet.

I went from that mansion, to another mansion, and then to my apartment. When I moved into my apartment I soon found out that it was haunted. The stereo would turn on in the middle of the night while I was asleep. The VCR would turn on all by itself. The CD player would turn on all by itself. And I saw a ghost one night while I was in bed, the lady in white, and I put my blanket over my head and prayed. Then my Uncle Dennis died here in my apartment.

I have other stories too. Yes, I believe in ghosts.


Tony V.
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