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Spirit Presence of Loved Ones Passed

The Spirit Presence of Loved Ones Passed

Loved ones passed: A few years back when I would shut the lights out with only my TV on I could feel a presence watching me. My hairs on my arms would stick up and my heart would start beating fast. This went on for about two years. I never saw anything. To this day I can feel a presence from time to time.

Sometimes I feel like someone touches me or sits next to me when my back is turned. I also hear my name from time to time, too. Could it be love ones passed checking up on me?

— Jessica in Massachusetts

I believe the spirits of loved ones passed make their presence known. I’ve had the same experience, often accompanied by the smell of flowers, pipe tobacco, or cologne. — Kat

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Phantom Smell: Cologne Worn by Deceased Husband

Phantom Smell: Cologne

My husband was in a car accident and was killed instantly. We live in bad neighborhood and my husband knows I’m scared to death here in our home at night with just my son and I. Three days later, we had his funeral services. That night our son went to stay with my father and I went on home thinking I could be strong and be able to stay there by myself.

I smelled his cologne

Around 12:30 a.m., it was the time he came in from working second shift, I was sitting on the couch where I always sat waiting on him to come home. I was crying, because I knew I would never see him come home again. I got up off my couch to go to the kitchen to get me something to drink. Out of nowhere I smelled his cologne as if it had just been sprayed.

I knew there was no-one else in the house to spray it. Is this a sign that he is here with me or was I imagining things?

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Ghost? Spirit? Phantom Footsteps and a Tug of the Pillow.

Ghost? Spirit? Phantom Footsteps and a Tug of the Pillow.

Phantom Footsteps — I am not sure if my experience was a ghost or a spirit, but I do know it was not a dream. I am 37 years old and swear this has happened before. While I was asleep I felt as if someone sat in my bed which woke me, too scared to open my eyes and turn around I feel a tug at one of my pillows. Again too afraid to move I did not release a pillow and pretended to be asleep. I was truly hoping whoever it was would think I was asleep and not hurt me.

After a few tugs of the pillow I hear a few footsteps walking away. Then I quickly turn around, jump out of the bed, only to find there was no one in my house. I know no one was here.

Could this have been a ghost? Is there a message that they would want to give me? Have you heard something like this happen before? Had I opened my eyes and turned over would I have seen it? What does it mean?

— Thalia in New York

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Phantom Sounds: Footsteps and Whistling. Dad’s Spirit.

Phantom Sounds: Footsteps and Whistling

Phantom Sounds: Footsteps and Whistling — I awoke to a whistle at my ear. I immediately sat up on my couch and could hear what I thought were footsteps from the living room into the kitchen. I felt something … it wasn’t a dream. I sat in complete darkness and reached over to find my cell phone for some light. My heart was beating I think faster then it ever had before. I tried to rationalize the situation. It was so clear… the sound of the whistling. I couldn’t fall asleep without the light on for the rest of the night.

My Dad’s Spirit

In the morning I was in my kitchen and on my island counter were framed pictures that I had taken out of storage boxes the day before to clean up and put out. One photo was of my dad who passed away back in 2001 of cancer. I had cut out of a newspaper his obituary and framed it along with his picture and a poem. I hadn’t looked at the picture in years. Was this just a dream or could it have been him?

— Carla in Connecticut

Thanks for your story, Carla. In my opinion you were visited by your dad’s spirit. Maybe that you took pictures out of storage to hang, signaled the “other side” that you were open to contact. Moving things around usually stirs things with unpredictable results. — Kat

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Mysteries & Moonlight Facebook Event

You’re invited to Mysteries & Moonlight.

Join the conversation about dreams, spirits, and otherworldly topics live on Facebook.

Mysteries & Moonlight Facebook Event, Thursday, October 19, 2017, 6 to 8pm

Mysteries & Moonlight, a Facebook Event

Join DreamWatch developer Kathryn Orzech, author of mysteries, suspense, and the dark side of history; mystery author Penny Goetjen; and Julie Griffin, ghost photographer-psychic-medium in a lively discussion of dreams, spirits, and otherworldly topics. Don’t be scared, log into your Facebook account and the Mysteries & Moonlight Event and join the conversation live on Facebook.

Penny Goetjen, Mystery Author

Penny Goetjen, Mystery Author

Meet mystery author Penny Goetjen.

Penny Goetjen, a self-proclaimed eccentric, plots murder mysteries, often writing by candlelight, particularly on dark, gray days or in the late hours of the night. Fascinated with the paranormal, she often weaves a subtle, unexpected twist into her stories. When her husband is asked how he feels about his wife writing murder mysteries, he answers with a wink, “I sleep with one eye open.”

Meet Julie Griffin, ghost photographer.

Julie Griffin, Ghost Photographer

Julie Griffin, Ghost Photographer

Real Ghost stories you can see with your own eyes.

Julie Griffin began paranormal investigation nearly a decade ago when she began capturing anomalies with a digital camera. She continues to collect photographic evidence in Connecticut, Massachusetts, New Hampshire, New York, and Pennsylvania. Gettysburg is her favorite location.

We’re excited about Mysteries & Moonlight. Please join us.

Join the conversation or simply read the Comments and Replies. We’d love to hear what you think, or what paranormal experience you’ve had. We believe! You may also submit your paranormal experience any time right here on DreamWatch.com. We’ll categorize and add your story to our searchable archive of True Paranormal Stories.  Use our contact form:  Tell Your Paranormal Story

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Ghost Haunting at Connecticut c.1750 Inn

Ghost included in room upgrade at the inn.

An annual event I attend is held at a hotel with a nearby circa 1750 house remodeled as an inn with suites. Last year, a friend was upgraded to the inn portion of the hotel, and she showed me around her spacious, beautiful suite with a full kitchen. This year, when I was offered a room in the inn as an upgrade, I jumped at the chance. The hotel gave me the same room as my friend from last year, so I felt right at home. I texted her to tell her I had her old room and then settled in for the night.

However, my night was unsettled. I cycled through violent nightmares, most of which I don’t remember. The final one, when the alarm went off, was set in New York city and had me riding in an open front subway car that careened through twisting, diving tracks like the mining train in the second Indiana Jones movie.

A ghost is a great conversation starter.

I woke up with a terrible headache, but I went down to the group breakfast where I knew I’d meet my friend who’d stayed in that room last year. When I saw her, she told me she rejected another opportunity to stay in the inn and insisted it was haunted. I found having a ghost is a great conversation starter. Other attendees with sensitivities had mentioned either feeling a presence or had stood on the threshold of the entrance foyer of the inn and refused to go inside.

Insulted by my ghost.

After breakfast, I went back to my room to brush my teeth and talk to the ghost. I told it I didn’t need nightmares and headaches, and the word “uncouth” popped into my mind, probably because I’m slightly claustrophobic and leave the bathroom door open when I’m alone – or think I am. I agreed to keep my various bathroom activities to myself and added, “Hey, I understand you love this place and have a choice, but I hear The Light is really nice, and you should probably consider going there.”

Then, I went on with my day at the event. Every time I returned to my room, I said “hi” to the ghost, also before closing the door to the bathroom, even to brush my teeth. That night, our event had a speaker who is a ghost hunter. He said hauntings don’t tend to be malevolent, so I decided “my” ghost maybe just wanted attention, in addition to more civilized behavior from me. Before bed, I said, “I’m okay with you staying here, too, but please don’t give me nightmares and headaches.”

“Goodbye ghost. I wish you well.”

The next morning, I woke up refreshed. I thanked the ghost for not giving me nightmares. Upon checking out, I stood with my packed bags and said goodbye to the ghost. I also told it I wouldn’t mind the opportunity to visit again next year, unless it decided to go into The Light, and, if so, I wished it well.

— “Upgraded Traveler” in Connecticut

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Book Trailer Red Carpet Premiere

Asylum book trailer. Now playing.

Theater curtain for book trailer announcement.

We’re ready for the premiere showing of Asylum, a dark suspense saga

I’ve been wanting to produce a book trailer for Asylum for a year. When I saw the excellent trailer an author friend had produced for her book, I could procrastinate no longer. I contacted her video producer, Jerome McLain from MaxMedia Studios. We talked about my book’s genre, plot, and characters.

The plot thickens. A story told in two timelines, 1899 and 1874, needed more than 30 seconds.

To give him a better feel for the story, I provided reference photos I had collected, a few appear in this post. The original goal was :30 (that means thirty seconds, I learned), but Asylum‘s two timelines needed more … well, time. We agreed we needed 1:00 to tell the story.

Regarding the process, I’m a quick-study. The producer might disagree.

Over several weeks, I reviewed film clips, tightened the script, and listened to music and talent for voiceover. I liked that Jerome had narrowed dozens of options to a few spot-on selections from which to choose. Then I left the editing process in his hands and he wowed me.

I’m probably not the easiest client because with my graphics background as a designer and art director, I know what I want and I’m a perfectionist. Several times I had to pull back and tell myself, nothing is absolutely perfect. Great will have to do.

Popcorn for premiere

Virtual popcorn for book trailer viewing

You’re invited!

We’re premiering our new book trailer and you’re invited to the preview. We’re rolling out the red carpet, reserving your seat, and hoping you make your own popcorn.

Facebook Event. Book Trailer Premiere.

The viewing link will be posted during our Red Carpet Premiere Event on Facebook. Reminders will be sent when you check Going. It might turn out to be the most exciting, suspenseful, and thrilling one-minute of fun.

Also available for viewing at the following virtual locations:  Amazon Author PageGoodreads Author PageFacebook Author PageLinkedInPinterestTwitterYouTube

Premonition of danger and death.

Dreams, dread, and weird police call.

When I was 12 years old, I was invited to go live with my Aunt in Alaska. I was completely ready to go to escape an abusive childhood. My Aunt had made all the arrangements and I was to finish my first semester of school and then move to Alaska.

Premonition of Danger

“I just had this horrible feeling…”

Well right after winter break, I started crying about going and decided I didn’t want to go. I just had this horrible feeling wash over me and I decided to stay even though I was not in a good place for a child.

Shortly after I made that decision, my mother received news that my Aunt had been killed in a house fire. I would have been there with her around that time, had I chosen to go.

A weird call from the police…

What was really weird was, right after that my mother received a weird call from the police telling her my dad had passed away. I remember it being too much for my mother and her crying. My dad had not been passed and my mother couldn’t figure out which police department had called her from where my dad lived.

My dad said he was scared.

I once also had a visit from my dad in my dreams, in one of my dreams my dad said he was scared. I went to work after I woke up and at the top of the escalators was my supervisor and one other supervisor waiting and I knew right then they had something to tell me and said it’s my dad isn’t it?

They said your mom called (I didn’t have a phone at that time), and said your dad was just diagnosed with cancer, and that I should call him.

Premonition of Death

“I had a feeling of dread…”

I called my dad and he cried to me on the phone like he had in my dream, saying he was scared and he asked me to not let the doctors take his voice away. Well my dad lost his voice, but he survived the cancer and I got a few more years with him.

One day though in June of 1998, I had this feeling that I didn’t want to go home because the phone was at home and I had a feeling of dread about answering it. So, I had my late boyfriend take me shopping or anywhere that wasn’t home until everything was closed and I had no choice but to go home.

I went home and my daughter says grandma called and that was all she said. My first question was “was she crying?” My daughter said yes, and I called my mom to learn my dad had passed away.

— Destiny, Oregon

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Pet ghost dog named Gunnar.

Pet ghost dog named Gunnar, gone, but not …

“The hardest thing I had to do.”

I had a dog named Gunnar that I adopted in 2000 when he was 5 weeks old. In February 2015, Gunnar let me know it was time to let him go, he was old, could barely walk, and had decided to stop eating. It was definitely the hardest thing I had to do.

“I feel something leaning against me …”

Now though, every now and then, I swear I feel something brushing or leaning against me and blow it off as one of my daughter’s cats, but when I feel the leaning, I look down and I don’t see anyone.

A large herding breed dog, Gunnar used to lean on me when he thought it was time for me to go to bed, when he wanted attention, or when he was scared. I hope he isn’t scared where ever dogs go, after they pass. I hope Gunnar is just here with me, helping me get through tough times as he always had.

— Destiny, Oregon

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Dream of an alternate life

“I dream of living an alternate life …”

I dream of just living an alternate life altogether in which I go through phases, like at the moment, I’m in college. The world is different, more beautiful, it is always sunny and the atmosphere is just beyond explanation. I can breathe better in these dreams. I can smell happiness and feel joy. I can go anywhere in these dreams and not feel the least bit fearful. It is also where I see a lot of my deceased relatives as well the settings that never change. I could explain what I’ve seen and the places that I’ve been in this reality in fine detail, but that’s not what I’m discussing in this story.

“The world is different, more beautiful. I can breathe better in these dreams. I can smell happiness and feel joy and not feel the least bit fearful — but that’s not what I’m discussing in this story…”

There’s a particular dream I’ve had a few times, once when I was about 8-10 years of age and one I’ve had sometime afterwards, into my teens, that stands out to me greatly and that I just cannot explain.

(This story is long, and a bit hard to follow. DreamWatch has done extensive editing and still can’t guess its meaning, but we felt it was of enough interest to post. Maybe it will make sense to someone.) 

Chased. Stalked. Shot.

I started having these dreams of being chased by unrecognizable human beings, being stalked, as well as shot. These dreams have followed me into my adult years, I am now 20 years old. A few months ago I was sucked into this reality yet again, but different. This one stands out the most because of its well thought out scenario, one in which I couldn’t have thought of in a million years and it’s a pretty creepy one, here’s the story:

It starts at a party, a birthday party for a baby cousin.

There were a lot of kids and a fair amount of adults so of course there was a lot of noise. In a chair next to a dryer diagonal from the bathroom sits me, my body facing four children who sat lined up against the wall. My attention turned towards my eldest cousins aged 19 and 17 who were laughing and having a conversation.

Out of the blue one little girl blurts a curse word. I quickly turned my attention to the little girl, “Watch your mouth.” The girl continues to curse not only that, but throw insults as well. Not long after, it’s a sibling showdown, back and forth we go.

In the midst of it all, I see one of my aunts speaking discreetly to a mysterious woman. Immediately, I respond, “Is something wrong?” as if I already knew something very suspect was going on or on the verge of going down.

I then turn my attention back to my eldest cousins, while at the same time watching my aunt walk into the other room with this mystery lady. I remember distinctly the same little girl blurt another curse word. I once again turn my attention to her and all of a sudden from the corner of my eye to the left, a bald black man in a suit who seems to be in his mid- to late-40s walks through my aunt’s front door and calls me out like a school sentry picking up the class clown.

I turn my attention to the little girl smiling at me as well as my aunt and the mystery lady, but for some odd reason I respectfully went with, who at the time I expected to be an officer of some sort, confident that I would be set free due to it all being a big dumb misunderstanding. But I was wrong.

Leaving the house, instead of a cop car, I was making my way to a black SUV, in which I noticed a young boy passenger about the same age as me. I have never seen these people in my freaking life!!! but I remained content as I sat in the backseat of this van and we pull off.

“The strangest thing began to happen and thinking back on it now it scares me.”

The officer and this younger boy begins singing a song that I have never heard, out of the blue, just starts harmonizing and singing like they were auditioning for the X-Factor or something. It was then when I suspected that the two were father and son so I asked them what song they were singing and the investigator tells me the name (again I’ve never heard of the song ever so I can’t remember the name) so I say “He must’ve sung that song to you a lot when you were younger” and suddenly the both of them turn to each other, grinning at one another, and if I remember correctly the younger one says in sort of a mumbled tone, “If only he knew.”

Eventually we show up to what looks like a huge fenced in lot with a garage. We’re backing into this lot and immediately I start getting anxious and we have to change vehicles seconds later. I find myself hands tied in a damn golf cart driving up to this garage at this point I’m planning my escape, yet at the same time I can’t help but be interested in what awaited behind this garage door.

Slowly the garage door opens…

Slowly the garage door opens and opens and opens and as expected … nothing, just an empty dirty garage with a single brick shaped window at the top of the back wall. It wasn’t long before I had hopped out that cart and was hauling across a busy street hopping and crossing every car, I could feel this person chasing me like I knew he was right behind me.

Now that I think about it, he was so close to me all it really took was for him to reach out his hand and grab me and from all of the crazy a traffic I shoulda’ been hit and on the ground but I think due to my determination to not get caught this time like before … yes, before (it was a quick lil’ chase in which I got caught and blacked out when I hit traffic). I was strongly determined to not get caught this time. I felt like I was running in this dream literally for a whole hour until I finally reached my grandmother’s house and running into the kitchen to grab a knife.

If I did get caught like in the older dream starring my younger self, I would be killing another version of myself…

As soon as I turned around the officer was in the kitchen and in front of me with his hands held out towards me signaling that I lower the knife and I refused. I was not gonna get caught, I couldn’t get caught, it was like in my conscious mind a very small part of it kinda knew I was in a dream or an alternate reality and that if I did get caught like in the older dream starring my younger self, I would be killing another version of myself (sad I know) so I stabbed him and as soon as that happened I heard the front door open and I just knew so I bolted to the back door.

Now in this dream like all of my dreams, my grandmother’s house is the most accurately detailed because I’ve spent so much time there. I was practically raised there so like my grandmother’s house the back porch is gone and there is a dumpster in the way. So hopping out of the back door behind this dumpster I crouch, peaking from the right as another black van and the familiar face of a Hispanic man, whom I do strongly believe was the capture of my younger self, walk up to the house.

As he approaches the younger kid, the son of the officer runs out of the house searching for me. After a few quick seconds of confusion he spots me and starts yelling and kickin’ and cursing me while being held by the Hispanic guy because of what I did to his father, suddenly the Hispanic guy tightly grabs a hold of him to calm him down and throws his arms around the son of the officer. I then heard him say in a calm and assuring tone, “Next time we’ll get him, next time.”

All I can do now is wonder whoever reads this and can share a similar story. I seen a post on here that mentioned having these same dreams which is exciting because it may better explain our superstitions and serve as proof of such things.

— Sha’vey, New York

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