A Few Ghost Stories from Our Readers!
Story #1
When I was a teenager in New Orleans, I and some friends were making a nature video for a science class. We’d spent all afternoon on the video, and it was almost dark when we unknowingly wandered out of the park and onto Domino’s sugar plant property, up to the chain link fence surrounding the old Domino’s sugar plantation mansion. The mansion isn’t restored, nor is it open for tours. We were looking through the fence at this old, creepy,overgrown house when we saw someone walking along the veranda. The figure turned in to one of the house doors, then turned around in the doorway and looked back at us. Then it disappeared. We ran like the Hound of the Baskervilles was after us, and spent many hours at home rewinding the tape, slowing it down to try to see, and the figure kept disappearing. It just vanished.
We chickened out, cut the last part of the tape, and turned in the science project.
Loni L. Ice
Ice and Ink Freelance
Story #2
Well, here goes…
It was the fall of 1994; I had just endured five life-saving surgeries the past year in preparation for hemodialysis after suffering kidney failure. I had dropped 35 pounds thus far and my skin began to turn a lovely shade of ashen-gray dead. You know, the Uncle Fester look. I’ve seen corpses that looked better than I did at the time…
As I lay restlessly beside my wife in the master bedroom that crisp fall night, my thoughts turned to how I would survive another day of this “blood-cleansing” at the dialysis clinic. I obviously had a lot to live for; however, I knew that I would have to make that decision to live, if I was to do so. My thoughts were interrupted by the curtain in the bedroom, as it gently moved from the cool breeze seeping thru the small crack in the window. As I turned over to get some much needed sleep, it was then that I noticed…
My wife and I were not alone!
Standing, at the foot of our bed, was a “ghost”…
The old man was tall, so tall, that he almost touched the ceiling. He looked ancient with his long gray beard and white hair, dressed in a long robe that touched the floor. He seemed to be transparent, but yet, visible. His eyes, particularly, the whites, were clear and bright and his gaze penetrating, but calming. In both hands he held closely to his bosom, a very large closed book.
My wife awakened, and surprisingly, calmly asked the man “Can we help you?”
The old man uttered not a word, he didn’t even open his mouth, yet, he “spoke” to my wife, saying:
“It is not yet his time. You will receive your gift soon.”
The old, ancient man then floated out over the top of us as we lay in bed, over the headboard and out the window… without opening the window! My wife then turned to me and said: “James, you will receive your kidney transplant by the end of April this next year.” Then, calmly, my wife rolled over and went back to sleep…
We never saw the old man again. We have, however, had several other “visitors” since that time.
On April 30, 1995, my wife and I were lying in bed after another exhausting day of work and “blood cleansing”. The time was 11:30 P.M. CST when I nudged my wife with my elbow and sarcastically stated: “Hey honey, it’s almost May 1st, where’s my transplant?” To which she calmly replied: “It will be here, don’t worry.”
I rolled over and went fast to sleep. I rested for what seemed like hours, when suddenly, I was awakened by the ringing phone at my bedside. “Mr. Artre?” said the kind female-voice on the other end. “Yes, can I help you” I replied. “This is the transplant team at Harris Methodist Hospital in Fort Worth, we need you downtown as fast as you can get here. We are flying your transplant kidney in from California as we speak.”
I hurriedly, haphazardly, with tears in my eyes got dressed and made my way to the door…
As I looked over my shoulder to ask my wife if she was ready, it was then that I noticed the clock at my bedside. It read…
11:59
What seemed like hours of sleep before, were actually only a few minutes. Every conceivable emotion, captured in that one brief moment…
I am forever grateful for the “gift from the ghost” I received. Because of it, I am here writing this true story to you today. Live every day as if it is your last, it just may be. Love constantly, forgive quickly, be slow to anger and maintain an attitude of gratitude. You are blessed, more than you may realize at the moment.
Blessings,
James G. Artre
CEO & President
AIM Enterprises
