Several Paranormal Personal Experiences
To begin, I've always had an open mind and heart. While I still try to debunk things that occur to or around me, there have been several things I could not. My home was built in 1906, in Wyandotte, Michigan. This is a small city about 10-15 miles south of Detroit. The land was once occupied by several Native Nations; however, the one that was pretty constant was the Wyandot... hence the name of the city. There were smaller battles that were outside the main battle in 1812 that occurred in or around my home's location. I have not felt or witnessed any activities that would be from that period though. Most of what I've experienced is 19th or 20th century experiences. At least for this first part... in my home.
One night, my husband and I were sleeping, we sleep on the main floor while our children are on the 2nd floor. At the time, our son was about 5 or 6 years old. He would occasionally come to us at night because of a nightmare or he would sometimes sleepwalk. That night though, we were both awoken by a little boy whispering, "Daddy... Daddy..." and when my husband sat up [which prompted me sitting up] and asked, "What's up bud?", we both saw the boy run out of the room and we heard footsteps going up the stairs. My husband got up to go ask our son what was wrong... our son was passed out, under his covers. No indication of him leaving his bed, which would've happened had he been sleepwalking, which would explain lack of answer.
Well, when we redid our bathroom, there was a cabinet above our toilet and when we took it down, it had a name written on the back with a death date. Later, I had asked my neighbors if Alex [the previous owner] had a son or grandson that had died in 1974. Our neighbors were in their 90s at the time and had known several people that lived in our home, including my neighbor's mom who died at the age of 99 here. Dona [the neighbor] said, "Yeah, I think it was his grandson, but I don't remember what happened."
We would occasionally hear our piano softly being plinked in the middle of the night to find no one there. My daughter thought her brother came into her room one night... he'd occasionally go into her room if he didn't want to go down the stairs... nope, she checked his room and it wasn't him.
One day, it was just my daughter and I home and we were in the kitchen when we heard my son's recorder playing [the flute type recorder] and we just looked at each other and said, "Holy crap! Did you hear that"?
We haven't heard from Alex's grandson since Alex passed away. The only reason we knew that Alex passed away was because the neighbors on the other side of us were related to him. I think Alex may have helped his grandson cross over.
My son was 2 when our dog, Samson crossed over the rainbow bridge. One day, I was making dinner when I heard my son [about 6 months after the dog passed] saying, "No... don't eat that. It's a magnet. You can't eat a magnet. Okay. See you later." When I asked him who he was talking to he replied, "The 'goggie'. He was trying to eat the magnets." I got teary eyed and I told my husband about it and he cried. Samson was raised from an 8 wk old pup by my husband. I didn't know Samson until he was 10 or 11.
Our cat Sylvester... technically he was my husband's, because like Samson, I didn't know him until he was 10 or 11. He would do this thing would sniff our eyes, nose and ears while we slept. There was a good few weeks that I could have sworn I was awoken by Sly sniffing my ear, but I didn't say anything. My husband told me the following week that he was awoken by what he thought was Sly sniffing at his eye. I think it was him saying goodbye. I can't find a picture on my pc of Sly. I know that I have some, I'm just not sure where.
This one... I need to preface it a bit. I found out I was pregnant with my daughter the day of my grandfather's funeral. I was very close with my grandpa... probably the only one really that close to him. I always accepted him for who he was... he was kinda gross sometimes with blowing out "snot rockets" or his white undershirt was coffee-stained.... those things really bothered my grandma for sure; she thought it reflected poorly on her somehow. I didn't care. He was a great man that worked hard for his family and loved all of us dearly. Anyways... my daughter is from my first marriage. My grandmother had called me to tell me that he might only make it for another day, so we headed up north, where they lived and while he was still alive, he couldn't speak, move, eat, nothin. I actually got pissed at my family for ordering pizza, because he could smell it, but couldn't eat it. To me, that was torture... so I didn't eat. He died only an hour before the last family member had gotten there, my uncle [the one only 8 years older than me]; I truly think that my grandpa tried waiting until everyone was there, but couldn't quite hang on that last hour... it's okay though, my uncle was the last one [besides my grandma] that had spoken to him the day before.
Well, about a year after my grandpa passed, I had gone out with my friends and had some drinks and didn't want to wake my [now ex] husband up in the wee hours of the morning so I slept in the spare room. I had what I thought initially was a dream, but I think that it was him saying his goodbyes. In this "dream", he was talking to me, telling me that he needed to go, but didn't want me to feel bad about it. He was wearing his typical white coffee-stained undershirt and navy blue Dickey's work pants; he smelled like coffee and vanilla pipe tobacco. I felt him hug me tight as I cried. I apologized for soaking his shirt and he laughed, kissed me on my head and said goodbye and that he'd see me again. I "awoke" shaking, uncontrollably sobbing and still smelling the vanilla pipe tobacco. Hell, I'm tearing up writing about it.
My grandma would visit after she passed too; not for very long though. I think she missed my grandpa no matter how much she bitched about him. We'd hear my son wake up from a nap and exclaim, "Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!" When I went to get him, I'd smell her perfume, but it was quickly gone and I would ask him who he was saying hi to and he told me, "The lady. The one from the picture on the "pinano" [piano]." There's two pictures on our piano of her... it had been her piano after all.
I think that's all I'm going to share for today. I have more, but this is long enough for today.
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