31.12.07

Three new true stories submitted from rachel- Many thanks 
 
There are ghost stories on both sides of my family. I will share the oldest
one first. I am 100% Swedish, and my mom's grandmother over in Sweden had a
number of children. The youngest was a baby named Judith. Judith was sound
asleep and safely in the crib. Judith's mom took the opportunity to go down
to the river , not far from the house on the hill. She was doing the laundry
when she heard a soft voice say "Judith cries". She dismissed the voice-
it was a soft whisper. In a few moments she heard the voice say "Judith
cries", in a much louder and anxious tone. She looked at the other
children, playing on the hill, all accounted for. She left the laundry and
started walking quickly up the hill. The voice screamed "Judith cries!!!"
Judith's mom ran as fast as she could, passing the other children playing
and obviously not hearing the voice. As she ran into the house, she found
Judith in her crib, choking on a button. Judith was saved. The voice had
started the warning before it even happened, or Judith would have died.

Okay, this one is my favorite: This one is from my father's side of the family. My Grandfather was a minister. They had 6 kids. 
They moved into the parsonage (the church owned home- back then you never bought a home, but moved into the home owned by the church). It was a large home with 
bedrooms for all. My Uncle Paul was 6 or 7 at the time. He started having "nightmares" of a ghost- a whitish "glowing, as my uncle stated ", coming into his room. 
Sometimes he would awaken and the ghost or spirit would be standing at the end of his bed.Other times, he would walk into his room and stand at the side of the bed.Obviously, 
my uncle was terrified. My Grandparents kept telling him it was just nightmares. They thought that it was caused by the move into a new house. My Uncle Paul was adamant 
that he was awake when the incidents occurred. My Aunt Dorothy, who was 13 at the time, started to awaken,seeing the spirit walking down the hallway towards my uncle's room. 
She was afraid to follow. (I think that I would be fascinated and followed the spirit!). My Grandparents didn't know what to think, but instructed the whole family that they 
were not to talk about this to anyone outside of the family! My Grandfather, being the new minister was afraid that this would not sit well with his new congregation. 
The last time that Uncle Paul saw the spirit, the spirit was standing at the end of his bed when my uncle wokeup in the middle of the night. Even though this had 
happened many times before, my uncle was terrified. He called out to his mother as he always did. The spirit actually spoke to my uncle, and said "Do not be afraid".
The spirit vanished before my Grandmother arrived to my uncle's room. She never did see the spirit. The next evening there was at the Deacon's house in honor of some 
religious time of year, and to welcome the new minister's family. My Aunt Dot (Dorothy) was on the balcony with the other teenagers.My Uncle Paul got bored, and started 
pulling books off the shelf, which were full of confirmation pictures and baptisms and minister's families and so forth. That was boring, so my uncle was just ready to close 
the book and return it to the shelf. All of a sudden he started screaming, and when my Grandparents reached him, he was shaking. He kept shaking and pointed at a picture of a 
man dressed as minister. My Grandfather without asking anyone,grabbed the book and ran out to the balcony. He said to my Aunt "look, here are pictures of some of the church 
members.". My aunt turned pale, and someone literally grabbed her as she nearly fainted off the edge of the balcony. She was very shaken as she said "that's the man who I see 
walking down the hallway past my room". My Grandfather went to the Deacon and asked him who the man in the picture was. He told him that he was a previous minister who had died 
in the same room bedroom occupied by my Uncle Paul.Uncle Paul saw the sprit only a few more times after that, always saying "do not be afraid". Side note- My Uncle Paul was the 
first one to die of the siblings. He died rather young of a heart attack. Could this have been the message?
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My grandparents (mom's side) moved over from Sweden to Stockholm,Saskatchewan (Canada). They were very religious people, and regularly attended church (everybody spoke Swedish). 
My Grandmother became close friends with the organist of the church. He was giving her organ lessons.One night my Grandmother was home on the farm alone with the baby (my aunt Aileen). 
My mother had not been born yet. You must understand that in those days, they had no tv's (rather obvious), no radios, they had no pianos and it was miles to the next farm. About 9:30 p.m., 
my Grandmother was relaxing and doing some tatting (rather an old skill- sort of like creating intricate doilies and the like). All of a sudden she heard loud organ music. She was frightened 
at first, looking outside, no one was there. My aunt (who could talk), said "spayla mama, spayla", which meant "play, mama,play"! (I am sure that I am butchering the Swedish spelling, but it 
proves that my aunt heard it too). My Grandmother just sat down. The music was beautiful, and as time passed, a calm came over her as she listened. It went on for about 20 minutes. The next day, 
a member of the church came to the house to inform her that her friend, the organist of the church, had died the night before around 9:30 p.m. From that day forward, she always described it as his angel, 
helping her to deal with his death as he passed over...