Posted: May 10, 08 8:02pm

I picked this group mainly because it's small. I dealt with a lot of ridicule growing up, so I learned to keep things to myself a lot. So know, this is like me stripping naked in front of all of you, ok?

Where to begin.....

I've always felt things or known them. I honestly might have thought I was just crazy if none of the things had ever been confirmed. Since this group is entitled "Ghosts", I'll stick to those stories for now.

I feel people, I smell people, and at times, I'll get a flash like a memory where I can see them. My most recent non-family incident was as a favor to a friend. She's known that I am different for a very long time now, and finally talked me into going to her home, which use to belong to her grandparents, to see if I could sense anything. She had told me about things being relocated and knocks and bangs in her home, and she wanted to know if I could tell what was going on.

Shortly after arriving in her home, I picked up a scent. She was showing me around the house, and in the first bedroom I could smell old people. I know this only makes sense, the house use to belong to an elderly couple, but she said she couldn't smell anything in there. The next room I could smell a man, of less than 50, then in the third bedroom I could smell old woman. I told her this, and I asked her why I could smell her grandmother in the two bedrooms, but her grandfather in only one of them. She told me that after her grandmother had become sick, she moved out of the room they shared, and into the one by herself.

I also saw images of her grandmother getting into the tub, and standing at the sink in the kitchen. When I described what her grandmother looked like, she told me I was on mark.

What I could smell and see was residual. There wasn't any interacting with these things, so we sat in the living room and talked until 'somebody' came to see what we were doing. I finally 'felt' her grandmother. The smell started flitting back and forth in the house, and very quickly at that. Along with the smell, I had an anxious feeling, as if I had lost something.

When I told my friend that her grandmother was rushing around looking for something, faster than most people move, she told me that her grandmother was always a 'speedy' type of person, so this made sense to her.

When I finally cornered the dead woman, I felt her aggravation. She had hid things while she was sick (Alzheimer's) and she couldn't remember where. 'We' were looking for jewelery and pictures.

First place we went was to a side table with drawers. 'We' opened the third drawer and reached into the bottom. There was grandpa's purple heart. Then we went to the top middle drawer on the dresser, in the very back. We found a stack of pictures held together with a rubber band.

The decedent went faster after that. I guess she had faith in me. lol I'm not that fast of a person. I chased her back and forth between the two rooms she had used when she was alive, and just started pointing at drawers and cubby holes. Pictures and jewelery were in every place I pointed out except two, and and that seemed to really annoy this poor old woman. There was a particular piece of jewelery she was looking for and couldn't find. The hard part was, she couldn't show it to me either. Whether it escaped her exactly what it was, or we just couldn't connect, I'm not sure.

There was a shelf above the doorway of the third bedroom that she kept bringing me back to, but from the floor you could see there wasn't anything up there at all. I told my friend that she was particularly interested in that shelf, and she told me that in her illness her grandmother was always sticking things up there. They would have to get a chair and get things back down from up there.

I was wore out before long, but the only way to get any peace was to go outside and sit in the swing in the yard. Even then, I could see her grandmother standing in the kitchen over the sink, watching us out the window. Also, outside I could feel her grandfather and uncle (the 50ish man). Grandma so over-powered things in the house, they were practically undetectable, but outside they were more prominent. Luckily, they were also more relaxed. They didn't seem to have much to convey, they seemed content to just sit and relax with us.

This was just one of many incidents in my life that helped prepare me to accept the contact my parents made after they died. If I hadn't had experiences confirmed by other people before, I might not have paid attention to my own parents when they showed up.

There are more stories, if anybody is interested.