Ghost Talks

June 11th, 2015

Dad's ghost whispers, grandpa's ghost rings the bell. I wonder why there it a difference in the way they communicate with us.

Would your "body condition" at the moment of death have an influence on your afterlife?

When dad died, he could speak. Grandpa on the other hand, had lost his voice. The last days of his life, grandpa could only whisper.

If dad sounds like he's whispering when he's actually talking normal, then I would never be able to understand grandpa when he's whispering.

I think that's why grandpa rings the bell and dad whispers.

At least that's what I make of it. I don't know if I'm right, but that's the only explanation I can come up with...

June 30th, 2015

Holy macramonies! While uploading my notes, the computer screen suddenly freezed.

I restarted my computer and scrolled through my notes. Luckely, I hadn't lost any data. There was something odd, though.

In the middle of the document one sentence -only one- had been changed.

Instead of 

"At least that's what I make of it. I don't know if I'm right, but that's the only explanation I can come up with..."

it now said:

"At least that's what I make of it. I don't know if I'm right, but that's the only explanation."

Is someone telling me I'm on the right track?




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Ghostly Whispers

June 3rd, 2015

Since dad died, I hear whispering at night.

I could never really understand what is being said, so I decided to train myself. I started to focus every night a little longer on the whispers, trying to decipher the messages.

Last night the training finally paid off: I could hear a conversation between two people.
The "translation" of the whispers was always 3 words behind, but I could understand what they were saying.
The two ghosts were talking about renovating a shed, but one had to watch out for a red wooden log or something.

When I told mom about it, she was in shock: the day before he died, dad told her the roof of the shed needed to be redone. The roofers had to watch out because the red painted log isn't as strong as it used to be.

I wasn't home during my parents' conversation. And mom never talked about it before today...


We're making progress.



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Staircase Ghosts

May 28th, 2015

Home alone, I was running down the stairs.

Midway the staircase, the air suddenly got rather chilly. While I was wondering about this sudden temperature change, a hand pushed me.

I was about to fall, when someone else pushed me back. I regained balance and arrived downstairs unharmed.

Realising what had happened, I immediatly went upstairs, carefully examening every step. The colder area midway the staircase had disappeared...

Did I just walk through a ghost? Who pushed me down the stairs and why? Who pushed me back?

There are still a lot of unanswered questions.




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Hush

May 18th, 2015

Grandma made waffles. She invited the whole family to come over.

While we were sitting around the table, her friends popped in. As usual that one friend of hers started to complain.

All of a sudden, the bell rang. There was nobody at the door... The sound came from the middle of the room, next to the friend's chair.

The woman asked what that sound was. Grandma told her it's grandpa. "How?",  was the only thing the friend could stutter.

Shocked, the woman stayed quiet for a while. When she wanted to continue her complaining, the bell rang again. There was still nobody at the door. The sound came from next to the woman's chair.

My sister said something, the bell didn't ring. The friend felt like opening her mouth, the bell didn't stop ringing. Grandma said something, the bell immediatly stopped ringing. That friend wanted to complain, the bell rang....

It's weird, but intriguing at the same time. This proves we're not imagening things: other people hear that bell too. And nobody seems to be able to find what makes that noise.

Ghosts are real.



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