Stories That Begin With the Letter G

Girl Scout Ghost
Grandaddy's Message
Grandfather's Return
Ghostly Woman
Guardian Angels?

Author: Cat

Email: Webbwarrior@(nospam)aol.com

Just last week at the Girl Scout Halloween party, we had a strobe light there and I saw this figure moving in it. It wasn't one of the girls or leaders, because no one had an all black costume but myself. I asked a few people if they saw it, but they all said no. It was pretty hot in the school, but right then, it was pretty cold. I know what I saw was real, and I also think I know who it was too. Once, before I was even born, a little boy died of a heart attack in the pool next to the school. The pool is closed now every summer (for maintenance and a few other problems). It's all grafittied all over. Maybe the little boy just wanted to rest in peace

Grandaddy's Message

Author:Terri Akers

Email:takers@(nospam)ivillage.com

I just discovered your web site and thought I'd submit one of my own true stories (I actually have a few). Sorry this one is so long. You have my permission to shorten it.

This story involves my grandfather. Unfortunately, he apparently did not have a happy childhood and as a result, he turned into an abusive husband and father. This is something that my mother and I have never talked about in depth. I believe it is partly because it is something that his children don't want his grandchildren to remember him for, and partly because I am afraid of what she may tell me if I asked her outright. Anyway, he died this past year in a nursing home. I think that his children felt as though some things were left unfinished, or that it was unfair that things were never really reconciled, especially my mom and her sister. Those last few days, my mother and her siblings were concerned about the fate of their father's soul. He had done some terrible things, but the children had been raised in an otherwise religious home (he was the type of person that seemed to believe you can do anything you want to do during the week, and as long as you attend church on Sunday, you're okay). They had lost their mother to breast cancer at a very young age, and they had lost a sister (also at a very young age) in a car wreck caused by the sister's drunken husband. So they had been through more than their share of tragedies, yet they all held on to their faith in God (their mother had been the one to instill the true Word of God before her death). But they wondered if Granddaddy had actually been saved somewhere along the line. They take some comfort in the fact that he said he could see a mansion on a hill in his last days, but that he wasn't quite ready to go there yet.

Anyway, getting back to the "ghost" part of it. The night after my grandfather died, my parents spent the night with me. My husband was working the midnight shift, and strong storms with possible tornadoes were expected to be in the area. Since my house has a basement, and I am scared to death to be alone during a strong storm, my parents came over to bed down for the night (much to my relief). They made their bed on the large L-shaped couch downstairs. My room is upstairs. As it turned out, the stormy weather that was predicted by-passed our area with barely a whimper that night. I can't remember what time it was when the strange things started to happen, but it was in the very early morning hours. When it first started, I woke up to the sound of static. The best way I can describe it is it sounded as though someone was trying to tune into a radio station that just won't pick up. At first I thought that somehow my alarm clock had gone off and the radio button had been bumped off the station I keep it set to. But when I tried to move to inspect it, the air was so heavy I couldn't budge a muscle! It didn't feel like something was holding me down (I've had those dreams before, and this wasn't the same). Then I feel that there is something wrong with my ear. I finally figure out that it feels like it is turned up, as if someone had a hand cupped around it, like when you are telling someone a secret. So, as you can imagine, I am really scared!! All this time, the static is going on, except that I think that I can hear someone talking in the static. Only I can't make out what in the world is being said. But for some reason, I just "knew" that it was granddaddy!! I don't know why I knew it was him, I just knew. But I am scared to death. Finally, the air that is keeping me from moving lifts and the static stops. My heart is about to beat out of my chest, but I talk myself into believing that it was just a vivid dream. So after some time, I finally fall asleep. I don't know how long I slept, but once again I was awakened by the sound of static. I roll over to look at my clock. I notice that there is something strange about the numbers. After adjusting my eyes, I realize that instead of the time, the clock is showing what looks like a telephone number!! So again I start telling myself I'm dreaming. That's when the heavy air returned, and I can't move again. I start to panic again. I can still hear the static and can hear someone talking, but can't make out what they are saying (I think I was just too scared to listen). Finally, the static cuts out and as pure as day, I hear (in my grandfather's voice) "Tell them I'm sorry". Immediately after the last word was spoken, the air lifted and I was free to move. I jumped up, grabbed my comforter, and hauled butt downstairs! (Notice that I did not say that I woke up first). I made a place on the floor beside my mom on the couch, and fell asleep. Here I am, a 25 year old married lady, so scared that she runs to mom! :-) That morning, I debated on whether or not to tell her. Then I figured I had better, because it seemed that he was desperately trying to get me to listen to him. So I told her everything. When I told her the telephone number that was showing in the clock (I was surprised that I could still remember the number) she said that was her sister's number! So that convinced us that Granddaddy really wanted me to tell all his children his message. That evening after visiting the funeral home, we all met at my uncle's home. I gathered them all together, and told them what happened (I was even scared to do this, I thought they'd just blankly stare at me like I was a crazy lunatic). I knew that my mom believed me, because she's seen her mother since her death (my mom was 16 when her mom died, and the next time she saw her, mom was 20 and had just delivered her first baby. Her mom appeared to her at the foot of her hospital bed and told her that she had a beautiful baby girl). But I was afraid that my aunts and uncles would say that I was just dreaming, or that I was making it up. Fortunately, every single person in that room took me seriously and believed it really happened. It seemed to have made everyone feel better.

Well, that's only one of the experiences I've had. I have two more that I will submit later. Thanks!

Grandfather's Return

Author:Roy Harris

Email:rlk91@(nospam)galaxynet.com

I have a story that I would like to share with you. My name is Roy Harris I am 28 and I will never forget this as long as I live. It sticks with me and I remember it clearly, like it was yesterday.

My grandfather had just passed away in 1980. It was two days after my grandfather had been laid to rest, my grandmother was dead tired and exhausted. She told my mother that she was going to take a nap. Now let me set the scenario for you ....... my grandparents lived in Tenn. on a road that is like abbandoned but there are people who live there. At night you would hear weird sounds besides the wind howling....... so anyways let me get back to the story. My great grandmother owned a store right next door to my granny's house so after my granny went to her house and went to her bedroom I went to her house too. I was so tired from playing outside and drained from losing my grandfather I decided to take a nap too. So I laid on the couch in the living room and my grandmothers bedroom was not too far from there. As I lay down I heard my granny calling for me. I got up and went to her bedroom opened the door and SAW MY GRANDFATHER LAYING THERE SOUND ASLEEP!

Now you ask how did I know it was my grandfather? Because my grandmother slept in the fetal position, while my grandfather looked like a surfboard when he slept; nice and straight. To my amazement I was shocked. I could see his hair, eyes, hands and everything. I ran out of there and never again did I go into the house.

Ghostly Woman

Author:Julie

Email:juliec@(nospam)isi.com

In 1967, Santa Monica California:

It was early evening and my sisterand I had went to bed. Our beds were on opposite sides of the room, my younger sister was asleep when the ghostly woman appeared. I was laying in my bed, thinking about the new stepfather I had and the pending move to another city. A woman dressed in a white victorian type gown appeared at our bedroom door, which was closed. She stood there gazing at me. She slowly walked over and stood next to my bed and gazed down at me. She was tall and thin and her dress went from her chin to the floor, she was sad as she searched my face. At this point I ducked under my blankets and stayed there. I never saw her again. We moved shortly after that event. My family did not believe me. I have spent the last 30 years wondering what she wanted and that is where my latest research has begun.