Message from the Grave

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Before this grandmother died, my mom thought that my grandfather visited her.

My grandmother lived with us the last years of her life. So there were a lot of things she always did and a lot of things he always did and some things she never learned to do, like work all the fancy remotes to the tv. But she kept complaining about the electronics working weird at night. She had early stages of Alzheimers so my mom kinda thought maybe she was getting confused about something and decided to sit up with her one night until she fell asleep to help figure out the electronic issue.

So my mom was sitting with her and as the night passes on suddenly all the electronics start turning themselves off and on. My mom still swears to this day she thinks it was her dad trying to work the electronics for his wife like he always did. But they never acted up again after that night. The only weird ones though are when my sister is there too and also experiences it. I was just dreaming about her!

My uncle passed away about 2 months ago. He had been battling his personal demons for so long that such a fate seemed resigned for him. We tried to get him help numerous times, but nothing ever came of it. Most of my family eventually gave up on helping him long term, myself included.

I said awful things about my deceased uncle. Not especially since we used to be fairly close and I truly loved him. We had gone out to dinner to celebrate a week before her actual birthday. I came home from classes that afternoon and decided to take a nap. I cannot recall everything that happened in my dream, but the outline is clear.

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In my dream, I saw my uncle in an unclear place. The place looked very hand painted and only had the background as blue. When I saw my uncle, I walked over to him and hugged him. He hugged me back and I remember feeling so happy to see him. When I looked up from our hug, he was already looking at me and smiling. I ended up telling my grandmother that day and my grandmother said she felt very blessed that someone saw him on her birthday.

After my dad had passed, I always felt like I saw someone walk by or peek around the corner, but no one would be there. I would hear someone walking around when my mom and I would be in the same room. I was 12 and it would terrify me. One night my mom had a meeting to go to and I stayed home alone. I went out to the garage to grab a soda and I heard a heavy knock on the door leading to the basement in the way my dad would knock.

He had one of those specific ways of knocking if that makes sense. I ran to my neighbors thinking someone was in my house and they came over to look, finding no one. After that, I was kind of convinced the stuff I was seeing was because of my dad.

My mom thought it was ridiculous but put the house up for sale within a month. She was a bit older than me and was a wildly creative, mischievous type that loved to play pranks and had a constant sparkle in her eyes— I always looked up to her.

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One night though, I was in a tough spot and called her number around midnight or so. I got the same dial tone and prerecorded message as usual, but it still helped me feel like she was there with me. I went to sleep shortly after and that was that. A few hours later, I half-woke up to the sound of my phone buzzing.

When I woke up, my heart skipped a beat as my caller ID read: Missed call from Jacki last name , with a time stamp of 3: My first thought was that her number had been reassigned to someone else after being inactive for a few months. However, when I called back, I was still met with the same dial tone. I felt a weird feeling come over me and figured I could call the phone company for some answers. Maybe her parents still had the sim card in the phone or something, and it got bumped?

Feeling stranger by the minute about the whole situation, I figured I would have to reach out to her older sister on facebook. She told me the last time her phone had been moved, it was moved to a small concrete box with some of her other favorite belongings, sealed, and placed on her grave. I firmly believe it was Jacki playing one more prank from beyond the grave, calling back to check on me. I was far more happy than scared. My paternal grandfather passed away when I was When I would sit in my room alone, aged 16 and up I would often get a strong smell of cigars.

It would also follow me around the house. My Grandpa used to smoke a pipe which is what I think I was smelling. Backstory- both of my parents have passed, my mom suddenly in and my dad also suddenly in One moment I was sort of bewildered that the setting was changing, then next I was standing with my dad and he was wrapping me in a hug. We talked about a lot of things, and at one point I just stopped and asked him if this was just a dream or really him.

He told me that I was asleep, but that it was actually him. We talked about a lot of things, but at one point he told me he could visit me one more time unless there was an emergency or something really important he needed to tell me.

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Having inherited the old home place and the land that accompanied it, I ended up going up there every two weeks during the summers to cut the grass. Many months went by, perhaps a year, and I'd well given up wondering if dad would contact me. Nothing at all happened in the house. I came in one Friday night and, as was not uncommon, there were messages on the old answering machine. Usually, they were just robo-calls from a politician or recorded marketing pitches.

I went through them, erasing them as I went, until I got to a very peculiar one. It was very garbled sounding. You could tell it was a man's voice, but it sounded like the voice itself was static. Trying to spell it out phonetically and breaking it syllabically, the voice is saying, 'wa hu uh rah- u-lay you ah If it wasn't a spirit voice, it was a horrible, horrible connection - not even a voice box for people with tracheotomies is that garbled sounding and it didn't have that droning sound either - it really didn't sound like what I associate with a bad connection in that the message wasn't broken up as if the call was dropping out.

On Wednesday, I was home alone when phone rang. When I picked up phone, I distinctly heard my mom's voice saying, 'Lo? Lo is a nickname that my mom used for me. She was the only person who called me that.

And it was very definitely her NY accent, her timbre, her voice. Items related to my mom, flew across the room twice. One of those, a bracelet, happened in front of two people. Within a week of his passing I had a dream that the phone rings and its him on the other line.

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