Often I have heard that when you dream of the dead, that in truth, communication is taking place with those that have passed over. Have you encountered the mysteries of ghostly sightings? Why do they attach themselves to you whether awake or when your're in a sleep state? Some say that here on earth the energy levels and intuitive people are the key elements that give a voice to the dead. Here are some ghostly tales and creepy dreams that'll keep you up all night. Remember, leave the lights on...
Terrifying Dream of Three
Late September evening I came home from working a 16 hour shift. Exhausted and the thought of waking 7 hours later wasn’t my plan that is for sure. My body ached from head to toe. All I could ponder was soaking in a hot tub and a comfy bed after a hard days work. Around 11 o’clock I fell totally asleep in a dreamland state. There I was walking down a foggy dark gravel road only wearing my nightgown. I felt the gravel stones under my bare feet as I walked. I stood in a daze and looked up saw the moon was full and luminous through the bare trees. Then all of a sudden the wind picked up and the branches began swaying making a whistling sound that sent shivers up my spine. I spun around in confusion.
Further in the woods among the fog I could see beady eyes lurking all around me. I heard howling in the distance. I knew I wasn’t alone. My body began to tremble. Chills went through my bones. I felt cold wanting to escape this nightmare but my legs stood frozen still.
During this standstill of terror my legs let loose finding myself galloping up the road. I heard loud shrieking sounds behind me. I turned to look and plunged to the ground. I quickly turned over to see if anyone was there. There I sat awkwardly frightened but saw no one in sight. The black clouds covered the sky with only the bright moon lighting the way down the road. I stood up and regained my posture wiping the pebbles from my hands. In the distance the fog had vanished around a house. I quickly ran as fast as my frightened being would allow me.
As I approached the front door to safety the beady eyes were slowly coming closer from behind me. Knocking fiercely on the hard wooden door I screamed enough to wake the dead. My voice echoed through the blackened sky. No one heard the pounding of my fists. Tears flowed down my cheeks as I slid down in a fetal position. My heart was about to explode from exhaustion. I could taste the salty tears on my lips.
I could hear footsteps as I stood up lifting my head so frail. I turned around and saw a monstrous man walking up the gravel road heading towards the house. The moonlight appeared right over him. That is when I noticed his dark sunken eyes staring straight at me. Again wanting to run but my legs stood motionleses. Seconds later I started to run behind the house in a hysterical mode with thoughts that I might die.
As I was scurrying for safety I was almost knocked unconscious from the blow when I ran into the abandoned vehicle hidden in the tall grass. I hurried to find the door handle and it wouldn’t open. I heard footsteps right behind me. I quickly reached the back drivers door it too was locked. I scrambled to the other side, the door opened up. Tripping on something hard, I picked up the object and screeched. Not knowing was it really was. I managed to crawl into the car and lock the door. Sliding down inside the front passenger seat there sat a corpse behind the steering wheel. I squealed loudly and covered my mouth with my trembling hands to muffle the terror in my voice.
I was breathing heavily and trying to be quiet as possible. But it was too late... there he stood. My heart was beating so fast and my hands were quivering. As he reached for the car door his hollow eyes appeared through the drivers window glaring at me. As he began to pound his fist he stopped. He quickly jerked his head to the sound coming from the woods and went in the direction of the commotion. All I could think about was getting out of the vehicle and away from him.
As I crept out on my hands and knees I felt twigs below me breaking with every movement. I looked closer it turned out to be human bones. I wanted to vomit but couldn’t. Between the coyotes howling deep in the woods, a human burial ground and that monster I knew I had to get out of there immediately. I began running in the opposite direction for safety. All I could envision was that he might return and kill me. All I knew was that I didn’t want to die.
I awoke with such a scare that I jumped up gasping for breath. I felt the pounding of my heart from my chest. I couldn’t believe that I had dreamt such a horrible dream. It was only 5 after 11. During the year I continued to have this nightmare three times.
My Conversation With Ghosts...
For me these nighttime rendezvous take place on a fairly regular basis. Conversations with loved ones long gone, strangers and some unusually famous personalities have all dropped into my slumber state sharing an insight or unique piece of information.
Once, one of these occurrences made a dramatic impression upon me. An older personality stood at the bottom of my bed showing that he passed as a very young boy. He communicated that he died from a fall and was pierced by scissors that he carried. This happened somewhere to his face, perhaps up through his jaw, as he opened his mouth to reveal old, dark blood. There was a profound sadness about him because his mother had told him not to run with these implements and he disobeyed her. The outcome was tragic and he was a grounded spirit because he couldn’t bear to leave his grieving mother. He felt horribly guilty as well as personally responsible for her mourning. I then received an impression from his mother, and knew she had recently passed. For some reason, he did not know this himself. I told him not to fear any longer as he could join her if he reached for the light connection that surrounded him. Gradually he smiled, a weight was visibly lifted from his soul—then, he was gone.
Princess Diana sat in my living room and I was making her a cuppa tea. She was browsing through some newspapers as I popped my head out of the kitchen. “So what is it like to be dead?” I asked. She casually answered as she flipped through the pages “not bad really” in a heavy British accent. Then I was taken to another place, there she stood at the front of a room as if she were giving a lecture. A slide screen was beside her and she was showing me a horrible airplane disaster. She told me this would be a year of accidents. Later that year, there were a number of plane incidents. One was a deadly crash off the east coast of Canada. Ironically, in the newspaper alongside reports of the Swiss Air tragedy were also articles commemorating the anniversary of the death of Princess Diana.
A disturbing nightmare once had me in the place of Nicole Brown Simpson. It was as if she put me into her body to experience how she was murdered. I stood near a short flight of stairs near an iron railing. It was a struggle to breathe as this strong black arm weighted heavy around my shoulders encircling my neck. A knife brutally plunged into my throat tearing my flesh. It cut me from my left side through to my right nearly severing my head. I tumbled forward towards the stairs crumbling downward in a pool of blood. I was wearing a dark outfit, perhaps it was a black dress. Nicole then gave me a sense of knowing that OJ did in fact kill her. “Yes he did it, he did it” she said over again. Then I was made aware of some personal details about her. How he was rough as they had sex. How she had a cellulite condition and he insisted she undergo many painful operations to look better for him. I don’t know if any of these details are true, but I shudder remembering this revelation.
One night Jon Bennet Ramsey, appeared wearing a beautiful chiffon dress with a sash. She seemed calm, serene, and was very pretty--the colour of her outfit, a vivid pink. She took me to a place like a mall or grocery store and stood in front of a machine where she always got gumballs. She told me there was some connection with her brother and a photographer. That man had some information which could help solve her murder.
A few weeks before my beloved grandmother died, I dreamt of the two of us standing together--we were near a window with both looking outward. In a flash she was on the other side of the glass. I heard a voice say “do not be afraid, for I will go with you”. She turned her back to me and started to walk away. At first she hesitated, then stumbled and began walking slowly and unsteady as an elderly woman would. Suddenly her gait became brisker and stronger as if she were young again. I looked beyond to see a bright perfectly white light, and watched her as she almost ran to become part of it. It seemed as if she was going to a long lost homestead. When she and the light became one, I awoke. Often I’ve wondered if this was a special message for me. I sat at her funeral some weeks later and relayed the story over again to our family and friends. There was a sense of calmness that surrounded me that day. I shall never forget it.
Trick-Or-Treating To Safety
Halloween may very well be a strange practice. Back when we were kids in the 50’s and 60’s, our parents told us not to accept candy from strangers but then on that one magical night, in disguise, we were allowed to travel door-to-door receiving huge offerings of goodies from many people we didn’t even know! Homemade treats of fudge, candy apples and caramel, popcorn balls filled our tummies long before we ever made it home to have all of our goodies checked.
With “street proofing” in its infancy, candy was the lure of the evil-minded intent on harming the young and vulnerable. We knew never to accept anything from strangers and not to get too close to them or their vehicle if they stopped to ask for directions or help to find a lost pet. Basic words of warning from parents to children before pins and razor blades found their way into apples.
Today, begging for sugar in unknown neighbourhoods isn’t as popular as it once was; celebrations have evolved into parties with family and friends or collecting in the mall. Flashlights and reflective accents are everywhere. The “take” is inspected with an “untrusting eye”. Homemade treats are nowhere to be found and anything unsealed quickly finds its way into the trash can.
Realistically, words of caution do not end with the young or with Halloween. All in today’s society are subject to a certain amount of daily risk; women, children and even men. We’re aware we should never walk alone in dark, secluded places. We’re taught to be mindful of our surroundings and to walk with purpose. Our car keys are ready as we check around our vehicle and in the back seat before getting in. Never do we leave our drinks unattended at a party, even for a second, for fear of being drugged. We must use extreme care and discretion with personal information and chatting online. Our credit cards must never leave our sight and using our debit cards may have us looking around for cameras. We leave our SIN cards at home and not in our purses to protect us from identity theft. Having a Fox 40 Whistle or a little Mace isn’t a bad idea either! We’ve become a suspicious society that’s always on the lookout.
Where does it end? Certainly not with Halloween because every-day-life has risks but it’s a great opportunity to talk about safety with family and friends regardless of their age or gender. And for those whose children have grown out of trick-or-treating, it’s the perfect night to rent a couple of scary movies and munch on some junk together!
All Isn’t As It Seems…On Halloween
Halloween had arrived with gusting winds and drizzle; a dreary night with doorbells far quieter than previous years and the perfect chance to jump into bed early. Startled, I suddenly awoke. The clock’s battery-illuminated digits showed it was 1:36 a.m. and darned if the power wasn’t out. But what had awakened me from my slumber? Thunder and lightning? The driving rain? Why was it that my husband always seemed to be on night shift during a violent storm? My fear always got the better of me. What on earth was that noise? There it was again! Reluctantly, with heart pounding in my chest, I left my bed but quickly crawled under it! Definitely a wimp and this wasn’t the movies!
After what seemed an eternity, my breathing and heart rate returned to somewhat normal rhythm. Hearing only the weather lashing against the house and realizing I couldn’t hide out with the dust bunnies all night, I shakily emerged into darkness. On hands and knees, I reached around for the flashlight I knew my husband kept by his bedside table. Just as my fingers found it, a sound like that of a shot gun and a bright flash of orange light filled my world! What the heck?
As I bolted from the room, I could hear shouting and banging on our front door. Stumbling along the hallway because I’d forgotten the stupid flashlight, I almost tumbled head first over the banister. The insistent banging louder now, I peered over to see a man’s frantic face through the pane of glass in the door; a look of sheer desperation in his eyes. Terrified, I quickly stepped back into the shadows and decided to make my way toward the attic where I’d be safe. I could secure the latch from above to lock myself in while keeping those out from below. I couldn’t pull the trap door down fast enough as my fingers fumbled with what I couldn’t quite reach. Franticly grabbing the nearest hallway chair, I placed it underneath, jumped up onto it, yanked at the pull and ascended the narrow ladder like never before. Just as it closed, I could hear the front door crashing in.
Distant footsteps raced around with muffled voices that finally ascended the stairs, getting closer. “Mrs. Stewart? Where are you? Mrs. Stewart! Your big, old oak’s been hit by lightning! There’s tree limbs everywhere and arcing from the downed wires. You shouldn’t stay here. Come with me and my wife, Maggie here. We’ll fix you up for the night”. And I thought I’d just about die…of relief!
