Another kooky flash I got was when I started thinking
of a childhood friend, someone who I knew at that time,
but he was a neighbor who I happened to know well. His
name was Ted. I had not seen Ted since 1978. A few
years ago, I started thinking of Ted, and decided to
do an internet search. I'd get his info, but then it
would trail off. Then the search said that he died.
I forgot about it. I get a FB friend request, the
name does not register, but I can tell they were
affiliated with my former school, so I accept. He
messages me to say hello, it is Ted's younger brother.
He mentions that the last time they saw me, he, his
mom and Ted saw me in my Navy uniform, so 1983, that
they were so proud of me, and that Ted has died. I
didn't ask how. I didn't say anything. What sort of
"Clair" is that?
Seeing ghosts. Is this considered a Clair?
I bought my house august 2002. Within days of moving in I saw
a grey-haired man reclining on my sofa
a small black dog
and when I attempted to walked into the middle bedroom, I was stopped at the door’s threshold and could not move forward. I ran into an invisible wall, literally. At the left side of the bedroom I saw a little boy wearing a Boy Scout cap leaning against a desk.
@jacquelyn I lived in a busy house for 15 years. I started calling it a busy house instead of a haunted house because.... people. You know what they think. They think we are crazy. Or on medicine. haha
From the moment we moved in you could feel it. At first it felt like pranks were being played on me. I was at home alone, a lot. He was traveling a lot when we first moved into the place. The place just set my dogs off.
I was on the 2nd floor one day with a laundry basket... the basket went flying out of my arms. All my clean laundry flung everywhere. I was ps'd. I said out loud...listen, you can head to the light, or you can stay here but if you think you are going to knock laundry out of my hands and scare me you don't know a thing about me. You don't scare me; you are pissing me off! If we are going to live together this has to stop. I am not here to hurt your house!
Doors opened and shut on their own. Smells of floral perfume, pot roast, cigars, alcohol (whiskey) and more. A pencil spinning on my countertop. My dog growling at the wall... so weird. Lots of footsteps, stomping, singing...we had a man on the 2nd floor that irked me. An old woman downstairs in the kitchen who I think really came to love me. Up on the 3rd floor there was a woman... we called her the woman in white. She just seemed to want to look out the window and I caught a few pictures of her when I was outside looking up... no one else at home. I have 15 years of memories of things that happened there. When we moved in 2020 both of us felt like we were not only leaving our home, but our whoever's too. Both of us (husband too) cried. I've had a chance to get to know the new people. And all they talk about is the weird noise and slamming doors... my Caspers are scaring the crap out of them 🤣
My granddaughter was in my dining room at 2 years old talking to someone. I said come here .... who are you talking to? She said - that man. I said get in here and stop talking to anyone who isn't me! It scared the crap out of me but seemed like no big deal to a 2-year-old. (a two-year-old with a 12th house packed with Pisces and a Scorpio moon)
I think they grew to love me. I loved the house so much and put so much care into restoration and upkeep. They knew I was taking good care of it. Eventually, besides just their rattling around noise, they left me alone. At family gatherings there was always a huge orb over one of my kid's heads... like they were being watched over. Or just watched. I have a darling picture of my three grands in my dining room together. Their ages were 3, 1 & 6 months. There is a huge orb above their heads that is plain as day, and everyone remarks on when they see the picture. They showed up to every family gathering and were all over my grandies when they were in the house. If you could see the pictures...
My neighbor came outside when we were moving in. She said, welcome. Good luck. Everyone that has ever lived here left in a body bag. I knew two things at that moment. She was a B, and we were never going to have a good relationship because I couldn't stand her already, and the house was probably very busy. Turns out ... yes, everyone did die there. But the home was built in the 1800's and everyone that lived there lived out their entire lives in that home. Of course it was busy. (And the neighbor, yep, hated her!)
If you can feel all that... you got the Clair's. Probably all of them! 😊
@elsa If given a choice I would go back and live with all those dead people in a snap. I miss that old house. But I can't deny how freaked out we both were when we first moved in. To be standing in a room and watch a door fly open, or a cabinet door... my dil saw it. She said I will never stay another night here. She was talking to them one day... she said... my baby has to stay here so please don't hurt my baby LOL scared the crap out of her. Turns out I like dead people as much as I do alive people. In many ways... more.
Welcome, Jacquelyn!
Wow! That’s a humongous amount of busy, the perfect descriptor btw. While I never felt threatened by their presence, I could not have handled that amount of busy with the same aplomb
@jacquelyn You are really lucky that you can see and feel what you have. You are plugged in. I didn't have any confidence when we first moved in, but I knew that we had to say there (finances), and I had to find a way around it. In the beginning I think I saw it as an aggravation more than anything. Later we just learned to live with it and the last 5 years... we stopped paying attention. It happened so often my grands stopped paying attention too. They were never scared. Even when they were little.
The house hasn’t been busy since those first occurrences, except very, very occasionally I’d see some fuzziness walking by. Other than that I’ve been left alone.
Amazing stories. You tell them well. Thanks for sharing.
Tanks, I needed that..back at ya ❤️
This is the lady in the white dress looking out the 3rd floor window. No one was home but me. No curtains whatsoever on the windows up there!
@soup Thanks for the pic.
We watch the TV show “Ghost”. We liked it so well we binged the British original series.