Ghost Stories-page 1

this happened to me in 1962,i was 5 years old. every weekend we went to visit my dad's younger sister,my aunt ida. she had very long black hair, and she smoked cigar's. i loved her dearly! every time i got there she would take her hair down and let me brush it. then i would go into her bedroom and under her bed she kept a shoe box with plastic flowers in them. i got to pick out a flower for her hair. each week i would ask her for the box and she said "what will i wear in my hair during the week if i let you have the box". then one week she said janetta,go get the box under my bed,she told me i could have the box because she wouldn't be needing it anymore. i started crying and told her i couldn't take it because my dad would be mad if he knew that i kept asking for it week after week. she told me to go get the box and put it in the car under the seat,and my dad would never know i had it. i did, and when we got home i put it under my bed. a week had passed and it was saturday night, the next day we would visit my aunt,and i went to bed very happy. well,i don't know what time it was sunday morning,but i heard someone knocking loudly on the front door,and i thoght i was my brother's friend david,who helped him deliver the newspapers. then i heard the knocking on the inside door of the house. i thought to myself,if he doesn't quit knocking so loud he will wake up my father,and then there will be hell to pay! well,then i heard the door open and i heard someone walking up the stairs,but it was so loud i thought the stairs would crash in. it was slow steps and very loud. soon, they got to the top of the stairs,and there was loud pounding on my bedroom door. i knew that david knew it was my bedroom not my brothers,and i know then it wasn't david. by now i was scared out of my wits, and i wondered why my dad wasn't screaming from the knocking. i mean the knocking was as loud as a sonic boom, and it had been going on for at least 10 minutes. i got brave and looked out from under the blankets,and my bedroom door was bending in an arch, like the letter c. i knew then that whatever was out there wanted me. i jumped under me bed because i expected my door to cave in any minute,and if i was under the bed they couldn't find me. after another 10 minutes,the knocking stopped. i don't know how long i waited under my bed,but i ran into my sister's bedroom for help. they threw a shoe at me and told me to shut up. i waited forever on the footlocker at the bottom of the bed,and finally i heard my mother get up. i ran downstairs and told her what happened,and she told me to go into the livingroom and tell my father. after my father heard the story, he simply said that someone in the family had died that night. sure enough,not 5 minutes later,he got a call that my aunt ida had died that morning at 4 am of a brain tumor. then and there i thought my aunt had come to get her shoe box of flowers back,and i felt awful that i hadn't opened the door. my aunt's daughters were mystified that they couldn't find her box of flowers,they wanted to put a flower in her hair for the funeral. i told my mother that aunt ida had given my the flowers,and her daughters couldn't understand why,they said that those flowers were her most prized possesion. i took a white gardinia to the funeral because i know it was her favorite flower. her daughter's picked my up so i could put the flower in her hair,and when i went to put it in her hair,she opened up her eyes and said i love you. of course being only 5, i got hysterical,and ran into a room. there was a man there and i told him everything that had happened. unbenonst to be it was the funeral director, and he told me that he had many stories of what had happened to me. he said that my aunt loved me dearly, and she was only coming to tell me that everything was going to be okay, and she found me because the box was under my bed. he said if she hadn't have loved me so much,she wouldn't have given me the box,and she wouldn't have come to my room. he said that she knew she was going to die and she wanted me to have the box because she loved me so much. it seem's that i had been gone for the whole funeral,and my mother was hysterical when she found me. he told my mother that he was the funeral director and i could stay with him for the duration of the funeral because he thought i was a very bringt girl,and that he wanted me to know things about the dead. for some reason my mother let me stay,and he told me many things about the dead. one thing is that when people die they don't know that they are making a lot of noise and that it is scaring people. he also told me that sometimes the dead have to take care of business before they can pass on. finally my mother came to get me,and here's the kicker,she told me that the man i was with was not the funeral director,and nobody knew who the man was! i wasn't scared though, i knew this man was there to help me with the death of my aunt. i have many other stories to tell,if you would like to hear them,email me at bbj_44@yahoo.com