Family Ghost Stories/My Thoughts on the Afterlife: I do believe that there is life after death, because the body is one big battery that carries energy. This energy is made up of our own life force, our thoughts, what we see, smell, think, speak and touch. This energy is referred to as our soul, or as our aura. When we die, this energy leaves our dead carcass and continues on. Where? I'm not sure. Energy cannot be destroyed and where it goes, is anyone's guess. Could heaven and hell be worlds of pure energy? Is this where our departed energy goes after death? If matter can have intelligence, why can't energy? If there is a matter world, why can't there be a world of pure energy? There are so many questions and very few answers. Perhaps one day, living human beings will know the full truth about the afterlife. For right now, I will share some of my family member's experiences with the paranormal that might be considered afterlife events: I will start off with myself first. When I was a small boy I lived in an old house on Effy Street in Fresno. One night I heard a sound come down the sidewalk towards our house, which sounded like a rolling noise. As I looked at the window next to my bed, I noticed that on its own, it opened. A black tea kettle looking object floated to the halfway opened window. This black object had a snout and the snout pointed at me. From the snout a mist came out and at this time I was screaming at the top of my lungs. My father came into the room to see what was wrong, the black object left and I could hear the rolling noise fade out into the distance. At this time my head was throbbing and I could see skulls flying about my room with wings. Even my own father's face was a skull. The next morning I woke up and I was sick with the flu. From my open window I heard a serene woman's voice call me by my middle name....."Dale, Dale, come here". As I looked out the window into the orange grove, I saw no one. I ran from the window and fell into the heater burning my leg. As it turned night, my flu got worse and my mother half asleep came into the room and gave me a teaspoon of what she thought was cough syrup, it turned out to be poison and I vomited the poison out of my system. Shortly after this horrifying incident we moved from the house and never had these problems again. The only other ghost I saw in my lifetime was a ghost of a small white rabbit. This rabbit was a family pet named "Bugs". One day, I left Bugs tied up in the backyard, hooked on a large rope, in that way he could romp around the backyard. I discovered to my dismay, that Bugs had broken his neck from the rope, which got entangled with the bushes. The next night, I saw a ghostly Bugs dart through the garage. After the one sighting, I never saw Bugs again and I gave Bugs a proper burial. My mother Rosemarie Roberts, related this true ghost story to me. When she was a little girl, she went with her brother and father to Mexico. They stayed at a friend's home. On one night, my mother and brother had switched beds in the middle of the night, but didn't know how this occurred. Both of them were dumbfounded on how they switched beds. The following night, my mother stayed up and watched a small light in the room. The small light became bigger and started to form shape. It became a small boy holding a basket of roses. The small boy went towards my mother slowly, dropping rose pedals along the way. My mother noticed that the rose pedals would dissolve when hitting the floor. My mother screamed and the apparition disappeared. My mother was shown a child saint when she was a teenager by a nun and she thinks that the apparition she saw was the saint. My father Paul Marceau Roberts once was illuminated by having a vision in his sleep of sitting by a rock and the clouds opened up and he heard a voice in a strange language. He was able to understand the voice and was shown the end of the world (there was fire everywhere) and World War III. He woke up and my mother said his face was glowing. Those are our family ghost stories. I have 2 brothers and 1 sister and they never encountered anything of the paranormal. The paranormal encounters were only experienced by myself, my father and mother. My wife Patricia Roberts, had a ghostly encounter with her departed father, this is her story: "I spoke to my dad the night before he passed away. It was frightening in a strange way, because he told me to be good and he hoped I would have everything in life that I need. I wondered did he know ahead of time that he was going to have a heart attack in the park the next day? I really don't know. After receiving the disturbing news, my dad passed away. I stayed in my bedroom all night crying. The next night I had my dad's shirt and a few other items that he died in. I sat there reminiscing the thoughts of good times with my father. It was a very windy night and not once had I ever left the garage door open. The garage door leads to the kitchen. I heard a click and my Springer Spaniel jumped up on all fours looking out the door. I didn't think anything about it. About 3 minutes later, I heard the door open and a loud slam of the door. I promptly lifted myself out of bed and felt a very strong presence down the hallway. My dog after 10 seconds at the door, started to bark and growl. I knew it was my dad, I felt him near me. All of a sudden he was at the door, I didn't actually see him in form, but more like an outline of him. My dog was still growling at the door and I yelled out: 'You're scaring me, please dad go away!' After saying that I felt him walking away and the closing of the door. My dog stopped barking. It has been 15 years and he has never come back again. At times, I do feel his presence in my dreams and he forewarns me of dire situations that may come about." Why certain people have paranormal events happen to them and others don't, is probably that certain individuals are more acceptable to ghostly encounters. It's as if they were in tune, like a radio to a certain station. It comes back to the energy that our body has surrounding it. Some peoples' energy is in tune for paranormal events, others are not. Paul Dale Roberts

Our Guardian Angel from the Past? My husband and I bought our home in June 1994. Our oldest son was only 2 months old at the time. When our oldest son was only five months old, I found out that I was pregnant again. So, being that I had been having dizzy spells, we drove down to my sister's house and brought my oldest niece back with us so she could help me out for the summer. Well, a few nights after Morgan came to stay with us, I got up in the middle of the night to come downstairs and get a drink. I happened to look into our living room, and there sat Morgan, all huddled up in a ball on my couch. I asked her what was wrong. She looked at me with terrified eyes,"I heard someone knocking on the television screen." Well, I just brushed it off as her imagination..but still I told her to come upstairs with me and sleep on the floor in my bedroom. That was the first incident that occurred in our home. Our youngest son was born in February of the following year. So, now I was taking care of a newborn and a 10 month old. Still, nothing else happened......that is until 1996. It all began one evening in the living room. My husband and I were watching a movie. He was sitting on the floor in front of our couch. I was across the room on a chair. And our sons were asleep on the couch. Most of you know how kids are...some of their toys hadn't made it into their toy box that night. Including a cowboy toy that was about 8 to 10 inches tall. ( I know some of you know the one I'm talking about.) Anyway, we were really engrossed in this movie. The cowboy toy had been lying on the floor in our kitchen, which is only a few feet away from the living room door. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw something fly through the air. It hit my husband in the chest. He quickly stood up and asked me if I had thrown something at him. I told him that there was no way I could have done this because I was sitting the whole way across the living room. I explained that if I had thrown it, he would have gotten hit from behind. He looked down to see what the object was..and there was that cowboy toy on the floor where he had been sitting. Well, things stayed quiet for a few months. Then it picked up again that summer. I have a huge counter top in the kitchen. Sometimes we would witness cups or plates moving by themselves across the counter top. They never hit the floor though, Just stayed on the counter top. When I'd be alone at night in our living room, on occasion, I would hear a small voice say,"Mommy?" When I would turn to see if it was one of my sons..no one would be there. Soon, I started understanding WHY no one was there. At this time, my oldest son was around 2 and a half. His brother was about 1 and a half. The older boy would be talking to the air...like he was actually having a conversation with another person. He would giggle and everything. Not wanting to urge him to continue this, but being a curious mother, one day, I asked him who he was talking to?. He could only say a few words at the time. But he answered, "The boy." In the middle of the night a few weeks later, my husband caught me talking in my sleep. He said I told him about a little boy who always sat on our stairs. I started getting the picture then. Someone wanted his presence to be known. One afternoon, not long after that..I was putting clean clothes away upstairs in my bedroom. My boys were asleep downstairs on the couch. Well, I went into their bedroom to put something away. When I entered my room again, my husband's dresser drawer was hanging wide open. I know, I did not do it. Trying to brush this off, I walked past the kids bedroom door to go downstairs. But as I did this, out of the corner of my eye, I saw the figure of a young boy inside of their bedroom. He was just standing there in the corner of the room. My husband began being awakened out of sleep by little pranks. By the way, my husband is not the kind of man who was ever to believe in ghosts. One night he was awakened to the sound of someone pounding with fists on all 4 of the walls in the bedroom. Another night, he awoke to feel the comforter being tugged on at the foot of our bed. The last night that anything happened to him, he shook me awake. He whispered to me, "Do you hear that?" I listened closely.....the sound of toys being played with in our sons room had awoken him this time. I slowly crept towards their bedroom door. Being that their lamp was always left on in there....I could see that the boys were fast asleep in their beds. The noise happened once more...but no toys were lying on the floor anywhere. The next incident happened to me. One night, my youngest son woke up with a fever. I gave him some medicine and sat on the floor beside his bed. I was rubbing his face and hair, trying to comfort him back to sleep. I whispered,"It's okay, sweetheart..go back to sleep." All of a sudden, a music box that they had in their toy box started to play a few notes of a lullaby. My son went back to sleep right away. This really touched my deeply. Now knowing that the ghostly child I had seen was a kind of protector for our sons. A month later, I was sitting in our living room once again...both boys were in bed. I heard the sound of something falling down the stairs! I ran to the kitchen and looked to the bottom of the stairs, only to find that no one was there!! Whatever it was even knocked down the baby gate that we kept at the bottom of the steps. I began having visions of a small boy accidentally falling down the stairs and dying. Someone was definitely trying to get our attention. Well, we decided to have the stairway remodeled. The old paneling was torn down, the old carpet was ripped off of the steps..etc. After the old carpet was taken off, my husband pulled me aside and said,"Look at those steps.." I looked at them and saw that almost each one was ready to split down the middle. If stepped on hard enough, someone would either end up in our basement or with a broken leg. My husband and my dad pulled the old steps off and put all new ones on, put up new wallboard...everything. We redid our hallway in April 1997...to this day, we have had no more ghostly disturbances. I really think that the boy was a kind of guardian angel..sent to warn us that someone was going to get hurt if something wasn't done about our stairs. In a way, I miss him. I don't know if my husband would feel the same way though. *S* ~Michelle Lily When I was about two years old I had a friend called Lily who no-one could see or hear except me. My mum and dad just thought I had an over-active imagination, but my mother has told me that she used to have to set the dinner table for Lily, and if ever anything got broken I always used to tell my mum it was Lily's fault...... ......She stayed my friend for a further 2 years and as I got older my mum would be able to hear me chatting for hours and hours and if she asked me who I was chatting to I'd say "Lily of course." When I was four, my sister was babysitting for me and it was close to midnight when I came rushing down the stairs in my nightgown. My sister jumped from shock especially when she saw the state I was in. I was crying hysterically and could not be consoled. Eventually she got it out of me that Lily had told me she had to leave and I wouldn't be seeing her for a while. Naturally my sister was petrified, she couldn't understand what was going on. From that day onwards I never brought Lily's name up again. Throughout the years my parents often asked me about Lily, but I had no recollection of her, all I knew, was I had been friendly with this imaginary person and then one day she had gone away. When I was nineteen I went to see a clairvoyant for the first time. I had actually gone because my grandma had recently died and I wanted to make some contact. This clairvoyant was chatting away when all of a sudden she said "I have someone with me who is extremely keen to talk to you - she's a friend of yours and says you know her well - her name is Lily." All the hairs stood up on the back of my neck! I asked her who Lily was and after having her own conversation with the spirit world the clairvoyant told me Lily had died in a freak accident at 13 and had been my guardian angel when I was a little girl, but she wanted me to know she was always watching me to make sure I am okay. I was in tears and couldn't wait to tell my parents. Lily was REAL! I hope this is of interest to you. Regards ABBIE Dark Figure Hey my name's Austyn. I live way out in the boonies of arkansas. I have quite a few scary stories. here's one. I was young, in the sixth grade and one day i woke up at about seven in the morning. I felt like someone was like sitting on me and holding me down. i could move at all. like every point of my body was pinned down. i tried to move but i couldn't. i looked over and in the corner of my room i saw a black figure. it was just standing there. i stayed there for some time. all of a sudden the figure started to walk towards me. Fear took me over. and i started shaking and breathing really hard. the figure got very close but all of a sudden it disappeared. after that i could move again. i went to my mom and she just told me i had a bad dream. I know that's not all it was. -Austyn. Go to Ghost Stories Page 8

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