When I was younger, I was in my bedroom playing video games while my parents were out. All of a sudden I heard my dog clawing down the hallway, and when I looked he was being dragged by his back legs down the hallway. Nothing was there. I turned the corner, and when I saw him his back legs were higher than I was (he was a big dog). His paws were scraping on the floor, and all of a sudden he fell and ran right on past me. This is the short version of the story.
E. M.
My grandparents lived on the outskirts of Owensboro KY. My grandpa told me this story. It was in the late 60'S or the early 70's. One night, he was in the living room watching TV, and the lights began to flicker. At first it was slight, and he didn't think much of it but it started getting worse until finally the lights went completely out. So he thought to himself, "what the heck is going on?"
So he decided to go outside and see if he could find out what was going. So when he went out into the back yard and looked up, he saw some sort of craft hovering about 20 or 30 feet above the house. As he was standing there in complete astonishment, the craft suddenly shot up at an incredible speed, and it was gone in an instant. Unfortunately, he was the only one who saw it. Though, to the day he died he always talked about the UFO he saw that night.
Submitted by B.P.
When I was 24 my father passed away. This was extremely hard on me because growing up I don't remember him being sick or having many medical problems. I had reached the age where our relationship had finally changed from being father and son to being good friends. I often think back and smile, thinking how smart he became between the time I was 16 and 23.
When my father first got sick, it was extremely hard on the whole family. The hospital he was in was the V.A. hospital, 4 hours away. That made it hard to be there for him, especially since he was in and out of the hospital for the last 6 months of his life. Just as well, he went through a number of surgeries.
The last 4 months he wasn't able to come home. For part of that time I was able to rent my mom in an apartment there so she could be there for him. Eventually, she had to give that up and move back home for financial reasons. The hardest part of the whole ordeal was when he passed away, he was was alone. We weren't able to be there with him to say goodbye.
In the following months after his death, my mom, my sister and I each had experences where my father appeared to us.
We all lived in the same house, my sister was the owner. It was divided into two apartments. I lived in the upstairs apartment and mom lived in the downstairs with my sister. Moms room was in the front of the house, she had several windows that face the street. She didn't drive.
So dads car sat in front of the house for several months until we were able to sell it. On more than one occasion mom told me that she saw my dad sitting in the car.
My sister was home alone one day, doing her normal house cleaning while her husband was at work and the kids were at school. She suddenly had a feeling that she wasn't alone. She looked up and saw dad standing in the doorway between the kitchen and dining room, smiling at her.
On another occasion her whole family was in the living room watching TV one night, and there was a large mirror on the wall over the fire place. It didn't exactly fall, but slowly slid down the wall, over the mantel and onto the floor, it came to rest in front of the fireplace without as much as a chip to the mirror.
My own experience was slightly different, it came in the form of a dream. In my dream I found myself walking down the street in a downtown area that didn't seam familiar. There was a row of store fronts I was walking by, when I came across my dad, standing in the doorway of one of the stores. He was leaning against the door frame and smiling at me. I stopped and asked him how he was. He told me he was doing good and not to worry about him.
You may think this was just a dream, but this was the most vivid dream I have ever had. I'm writing this over 40 years after I had it, and I remember it as clear as if it was from last nights awakening.
So I'm convinced this was his way of telling each of us good bye, in a way that would be meaningful to each of us.
In late 1963, the bell system introduced touch tone dialing. At the time of this, I was eight.
We lived in Indianapolis by time I was about nine or ten, and we had touch tone service at our home. Even at a young age I was interested in technology and its inner mechanisms. Just like all other tech, I thought this new technology was fascinating, and that it was way better than rotary dialing. A few months after we had the new service installed in our home, I had a dream. In this dream I had a phone that was very small and could fit in the palm of my hand, it had no cord or head set, It had a touch to key pad on it just like our house phone. Just as well in the dream, I could see towers that this phone communicated with to make calls.
Now the first call made from a cell wasn't until early 1973, a full 8 or 9 years or so after my dream. Was this just a dream of fantasy? Or was is a precognition? I say you decide for yourselves.
D.L.Garvin
My real dad visited me when I was hospitalized from a car accident. I almost lost my leg when I was 13. It was really weird since I had never seen my real Dad, since he passed away before I was born, and I only had pictures of him.
The doctors and my mom were standing in the hall way, they were telling my mom about the possible amputation. Making a long story short, my mom said, "No, you are not removing her leg, you get somebody here that can save her leg!" To which, they did. They had a doctor fly in from out of town and he was able to save my leg. Anyway my leg was really bleeding and it was hanging on from underneath the skin. I was in the emergency room, laying on the table, waiting for what seemed like forever. I was scared to tears. This man touched my knee, he said, "Everything will be okay."
It was all he said, with a smile at that.
The nurse came in and said she was going to take me down the hall. I said, "There was a man just here!"
She told me, "No, honey nobody has been here."
I argued, "Yes he was! He touched my knee and said I was going to be ok!"
His hand print was on the sheet. She looked around but couldn't find him. My mom came in and asked who came in. I'd said my dad, and when she told me he was at work, I corrected her. "No, my dad in the photo! He touched my knee!"
This is a story my father told me several times while I was growing up, it's about what happened right before his father passed. According to my dad, his father was not a religious man. He doesn't remember his father ever attending church. For the last few days before he passed, however, he would pick up a Bible, "that only he could see,"announce a page and chapter to turn to, and then he would begin reading. My dad said that someone picked up a bible and turned to the page he said, and was able to follow along while my grandfather read. Alongside all this, he would never let anyone sit on the bed when they came to see him. He would tell them that there were angels playing on the foot of the bed, and that he didn't want anyone to sit on them.
Now, I think that seeing the angels could be explained by my grandfather being very ill and close to death, having hallucinations is somewhat common. However, reading from the invisible Bible is more difficult to explain.
D.L.Garvin
