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<blockquote data-quote="Star*" data-source="post: 77682" data-attributes="member: 4964"><p>Okay Tina...here ya go. </p><p></p><p>After difficult child was born we moved into this "fixer upper" and I mean fix. My son was around 14 months and really talking well. It was a single story house and from the front door you could see down a hallway to the very back. ALL the rooms went off to the left or right of this hallway and the bathroom could be seen from my bedroom. </p><p></p><p>I would run Dudes bath and lay out his clothes on my bed. While the water was running I would set him in his crib and throw his dirty clothes in the laundry room. The first time I heard a noise I thought it was Dude. I ignored it. </p><p></p><p>Every time I would give him a bath and lay him on my bed to dry he would crane his neck and giggle. Always looking toward the bathroom. One night after his bath he was giggling and almost playing peek a boo with seemingly no one - he belted out a name NICKY...and then began to cry. In an instant after beginning to cry he stopped and started to giggle again. You can imagine my horror. I thought my infant was mental. </p><p></p><p>I would put him down for a nap, pick up his toys, put them on the shelf and shut the door. I would hear the jack in the box music, then POP, open the door and 1/2 of the toys would be on the flor and he would be sound asleep. THis went on for weeks. I thought my son was an acrobat or some type of weird unlevel bookcase was to blame. </p><p></p><p>One afternoon I was standing in the kitchen - it was August and around 110 degrees outside. I was washing dishes and the room got so cold. I figured it was a glitch in the a/c. Then I smelled the sweetest lilac smell. Maybe the neighbors were cutting a tree and the smell was coming in from the a/c??? I had explained away everything but what happened next. </p><p></p><p>I heard a noise in the bathroom and my son was fast asleep in his room. I heard toy noises like a child splishing in the tub and as I walked down the hall to investigate what I was sure was a malfunctioning toy or possible rat - a child about 4 years old rushed past me so fast I could only see her head and torso. It completely freaked me out. I could NOT figure out what the neighnors boy was doing in my bathroom or why he ran out. And HOW he ran through a locked double bolted steel door was beyond me, but I checked next door, and - well her kids were with their grandma. </p><p></p><p>After that I called my mom. I was white as a ghost. I called my husband and said we were outta that house. What happened next defies anything I've ever believed. </p><p></p><p>My (now x) told me I was crazy. (OF course) and a couple days later we went to the landlords home to put in a kitchen floor. When we got to the house I noticed hundreds of pictures of their foster children on the wall. The house we lived in used to be their home. I asked the woman and she told me they had over 300 foster children in their life. 300!? WOW. But there on the walls were pictures and pictures and I was holding my son and we walked down the hall looking at all the children and my son yelled out NIKKI! I looked at the largest picture on the wall and it was one of those kinda grey pictures retouched with color - the little girl had blond hair. </p><p></p><p>The landlady hearing the name came down the hall and said in a really gruff tone "WHAT did he say?" and I said pointing to the little girls picture "NIkki." She started to cry. I asked what was wrong and she said "Nikki was our first child - our own. I put her in the tub with some toys and only ONLY 3 or 4 inches of water to play, and she had a seizure and died in the tub of the bathroom of the house you live in. We gave her CPR in the hallway, but she perished." She was our only daughter other than Rhonda, she's the reason we got into foster care...have you seen her? How does he know her name." </p><p></p><p>I couldn't bring myself to tell her what I'd experienced, but I told her that we knew no one named Nikki for my son to belt out that particular name, but children are sensitive to things. Maybe he sensed it from her. We left her house and never spoke of it again. </p><p></p><p>A few weeks later, my x was home baby sitting and "nikki" stood right at the edge of the chair he was sitting in, giggled then ran through the kitchen and through the door. This was a huge big, tough, no bs macho man who was reduced to the pale color of eggs. He called me and told me he had seen "her" and I said "OH you're crazy". </p><p></p><p>My Mom talked to someone about the situation and belive me I'm a Christian, come from a God fearing family but was told to actually speak out and tell "her" she was welcome to stay in that house if she would stop playing with the toys, stay out of the bathroom and running down the halls while we lived there. We moved about 3 years later, but the entire time we were there we never heard from her again. </p><p></p><p>- The people that moved in after us, moved out in less than a month. The people that moved in after them, the same and so it was for 4 more families until her natural sister moved into the house with her family and to the best of my knowledge they're still there. </p><p></p><p>I have other ghost stories too, but I think people get the idea that you're really 'out there'. I've seen a lot LOT of bizzare stuff I can't explain, but what gets me about ghost hunters after what I've experienced in my life (and Margurite may well be spot on about a bunch of it) is that they seem to me like it's a little more drama. Think about it....if a spook came up behind you in a house and whispered in your ear you would NOT stand there I DON"T CARE WHO YOU ARE....you would move..like lightning. </p><p></p><p>I've told DF for months....I would LOVE to be in a house that they are going to search and set it up to really let them experience 1/2 of what we went through. I don't think they'd spend the night! </p><p></p><p>Hope this gives you a real ghost story - like I said the rest are just beyond telling, difficult child experienced and still does "things" he can't explain too. I've never EVER told him he played peek a boo in his first home with what we believe was a left behind little spirit. </p><p></p><p>- Better now! And you thought I was kidding when I said I see dead people. Oh and that lady psychic that talks to the animals....she's full on manure. No self respecting donkey would ever lay it on the line for her. </p><p></p><p>oooooooooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooooo </p><p>OOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO</p><p>Starrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Star*, post: 77682, member: 4964"] Okay Tina...here ya go. After difficult child was born we moved into this "fixer upper" and I mean fix. My son was around 14 months and really talking well. It was a single story house and from the front door you could see down a hallway to the very back. ALL the rooms went off to the left or right of this hallway and the bathroom could be seen from my bedroom. I would run Dudes bath and lay out his clothes on my bed. While the water was running I would set him in his crib and throw his dirty clothes in the laundry room. The first time I heard a noise I thought it was Dude. I ignored it. Every time I would give him a bath and lay him on my bed to dry he would crane his neck and giggle. Always looking toward the bathroom. One night after his bath he was giggling and almost playing peek a boo with seemingly no one - he belted out a name NICKY...and then began to cry. In an instant after beginning to cry he stopped and started to giggle again. You can imagine my horror. I thought my infant was mental. I would put him down for a nap, pick up his toys, put them on the shelf and shut the door. I would hear the jack in the box music, then POP, open the door and 1/2 of the toys would be on the flor and he would be sound asleep. THis went on for weeks. I thought my son was an acrobat or some type of weird unlevel bookcase was to blame. One afternoon I was standing in the kitchen - it was August and around 110 degrees outside. I was washing dishes and the room got so cold. I figured it was a glitch in the a/c. Then I smelled the sweetest lilac smell. Maybe the neighbors were cutting a tree and the smell was coming in from the a/c??? I had explained away everything but what happened next. I heard a noise in the bathroom and my son was fast asleep in his room. I heard toy noises like a child splishing in the tub and as I walked down the hall to investigate what I was sure was a malfunctioning toy or possible rat - a child about 4 years old rushed past me so fast I could only see her head and torso. It completely freaked me out. I could NOT figure out what the neighnors boy was doing in my bathroom or why he ran out. And HOW he ran through a locked double bolted steel door was beyond me, but I checked next door, and - well her kids were with their grandma. After that I called my mom. I was white as a ghost. I called my husband and said we were outta that house. What happened next defies anything I've ever believed. My (now x) told me I was crazy. (OF course) and a couple days later we went to the landlords home to put in a kitchen floor. When we got to the house I noticed hundreds of pictures of their foster children on the wall. The house we lived in used to be their home. I asked the woman and she told me they had over 300 foster children in their life. 300!? WOW. But there on the walls were pictures and pictures and I was holding my son and we walked down the hall looking at all the children and my son yelled out NIKKI! I looked at the largest picture on the wall and it was one of those kinda grey pictures retouched with color - the little girl had blond hair. The landlady hearing the name came down the hall and said in a really gruff tone "WHAT did he say?" and I said pointing to the little girls picture "NIkki." She started to cry. I asked what was wrong and she said "Nikki was our first child - our own. I put her in the tub with some toys and only ONLY 3 or 4 inches of water to play, and she had a seizure and died in the tub of the bathroom of the house you live in. We gave her CPR in the hallway, but she perished." She was our only daughter other than Rhonda, she's the reason we got into foster care...have you seen her? How does he know her name." I couldn't bring myself to tell her what I'd experienced, but I told her that we knew no one named Nikki for my son to belt out that particular name, but children are sensitive to things. Maybe he sensed it from her. We left her house and never spoke of it again. A few weeks later, my x was home baby sitting and "nikki" stood right at the edge of the chair he was sitting in, giggled then ran through the kitchen and through the door. This was a huge big, tough, no bs macho man who was reduced to the pale color of eggs. He called me and told me he had seen "her" and I said "OH you're crazy". My Mom talked to someone about the situation and belive me I'm a Christian, come from a God fearing family but was told to actually speak out and tell "her" she was welcome to stay in that house if she would stop playing with the toys, stay out of the bathroom and running down the halls while we lived there. We moved about 3 years later, but the entire time we were there we never heard from her again. - The people that moved in after us, moved out in less than a month. The people that moved in after them, the same and so it was for 4 more families until her natural sister moved into the house with her family and to the best of my knowledge they're still there. I have other ghost stories too, but I think people get the idea that you're really 'out there'. I've seen a lot LOT of bizzare stuff I can't explain, but what gets me about ghost hunters after what I've experienced in my life (and Margurite may well be spot on about a bunch of it) is that they seem to me like it's a little more drama. Think about it....if a spook came up behind you in a house and whispered in your ear you would NOT stand there I DON"T CARE WHO YOU ARE....you would move..like lightning. I've told DF for months....I would LOVE to be in a house that they are going to search and set it up to really let them experience 1/2 of what we went through. I don't think they'd spend the night! Hope this gives you a real ghost story - like I said the rest are just beyond telling, difficult child experienced and still does "things" he can't explain too. I've never EVER told him he played peek a boo in his first home with what we believe was a left behind little spirit. - Better now! And you thought I was kidding when I said I see dead people. Oh and that lady psychic that talks to the animals....she's full on manure. No self respecting donkey would ever lay it on the line for her. oooooooooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooooo OOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO Starrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr [/QUOTE]
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