Short (but true) Stories, Page 8

Date: Tue, 1 Dec 1998 01:21:37 -0800 (PST)
yourname Jess

story When I was a toddler, my aunts had a very close girlfriend named Janet. Janet was young and pretty and very popular in the small town inMichigan where I was born.

Unfortunately, she was murdered in a particularly gruesome way ( I think she had been raped as well) long before I could have any distinct memories of her. This was in the early 70s.

My family told me that Janet used to love to hold and play with me when I was a baby…she was pretty young at the time, perhaps late teens-early twenties. I never remembered her but her name always stuck in the back of my as I grew up.

Some 20 yrs later, my husband and I went back to my hometown to visit relatives. We decided to stop at the cemetyery where my grandmother was buried so I could pay my respects before we took our long car ride back west to our home. We left in the evening and as we approached the cemetery it was pitch black.

I wasnt scared at all and was determined to say “bye” to my grandma before we left. Only problem was it was so dark that I could not see my way to find her grave stone in the cemetery without a flashlight.

I took a flashlight and my hubby took one and we went to search for my grandmother’s stone. I felt a cold chill come over me as I walked about the cemetery, not really looking at the stones around me.

All of a sudden the chill became intense and I happened to glance down at the beam of light from my flashlight–it was centered on a stone directly at my feet–Janet’s.

I kinda feel she was saying hello to me, after all those years–I do not recall feeling frightened at all, just kinda chilly.

Date: Fri, 4 Dec 1998 18:11:16 -0800 (PST)
address anonymous

story This was back in 1994 and I was about 21, living in my first apartment. I had a roommate, but she was gone for the weekend. In this apartment, our bedrooms didn’t have any windows.

So, it was always really dark in there. This made it excellent for sleeping in on weekends. Anyway, it was a Saturday morning and I was awake, lying in my bed thinking about getting up, but not quite ready to. I was facing the wall, with my back to the doorway. ( The door was closed.)

All of a sudden, I felt a presence. Just like somebody had walked right into my room. I was too scared to roll over and look so I just kept still in the same position. Then I felt fingers gently brush the hair on my forhead and tuck my hair behind my ear. It actually felt very good. It seemed gentle and loving. I didn’t feel scared then, just in awe. I rolled over and no one was standing there and the door to the room was still closed. I decided to get up and go on with my day. I wasn’t scared. I actually felt quite peaceful. I never felt the presence again and never told my roommate about the incident. We never experienced any unusual activity before or after that. We both moved out a year and a half later.


Date: Sun, 6 Dec 1998 16:48:22 -0800 (PST)
yourname Jaime

story It was a sunny day and my friend and I went to my grandparents. My parents were there but they were upstairs. We had gone downstairs to play. I am not sure what time it was but, it was in the afternoon.There are 3 parts to my grandmothers basement.There is a part where you can work out and the stairs that lead up.On the right side is a couch and chair. Hooked on to that is the laundry room. There is no walls in between all of these rooms but a little opening in the work room. You can’t see in though because there is a red drape hanging. On the left side is a bed and T.V. My friend and I were sitting on the couch and we heard footsteps coming from the laundry room. We though it was our imagination and laughed about it. Then we heard it again. This time we went to look. We went in and we saw a little ghost that looked like casper!! It had black beady eyes and he just looked at me. I thought it was my imagination but, when it left the bucket that it was behind rattled back! ! and forth! We looked behind the bucket and nothing wasd there!! We ran upstairs and didn’t go down again.

Date: Thu, 10 Dec 1998 12:53:48 -0800 (PST)

story The story I have is not of my own experience, but my friend’s aunt’s. What I’m about to tell you is word-for-word just like my friend told me.

My friend’s aunt lived in this that she would always swear up and down was haunted, but no one really took her seriously. One day she came home from work and saw that her answering machine was blinking. Naturally, she did what everyone does when that happens and pushed the play button. She heard a low, monotone jibberish. Thinking it was just some kid playing a prank, she rewound the tape and pushed play again. This time, there was no jibberish. Instead there was a very clear message: “GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!” Don’t ask me why, but she rewound the tape again. I guess because she thought maybe it just didn’t rewind all the way the first time. But it had. The tape was at the beginning, and the message had changed. Not only once, but twice, because the third time she listened to it there was nothing on the tape at all. Just silence.

Needless to say, she moved out very quickly after that. I think she stayed at her sister’s house that night. But the important thing is, she got out.

I hope this was easy to understand, and all I have to say is thank goodness she had that answering machine. Without it, the “thing’s” message might not have been so pleasant, if you could call it that.

Date: Wed, 16 Dec 1998 15:13:28 -0800 (PST)
address anonymous

story The Ghost of My Room:

About the summer of 1994, my brother woke up and went to the bathroom.Here is what our house is like:

_____________________________________________ DOOR ____________window__________________
| |____________window______ | | | |
| brother’s | | | closet|
| bedroom | | Parents room | |
| | | door |
| | living | | |
| | room | | |
|_________door______| | | |
| \ door |________|
| \ | |
| door | |
| | ______________|______________________________ door |
| |___door___ | | |
| my room | | | | |
| | bath | dining room kitchen | | |
| | room | door | main window
| | | | bath |
|__________|_________|____slider door______________________|________door___________|________|

That’s basically the run down of it.

Anyway, there is a couch, right by my parents door. And when my brother went out in the living room, where I was. There was a ghost or some spirit who got up and walked into my parents room. “It was on the couch” he said. I kind of freaked out because I used to be afraid of ghosts. Then about 3 years later, I was laying in my bed, then I heard a noise. I woke up to see a dark, black figure standing by the door. I know I wasn’t dreaming because I could pinch my arm, and it hurt. I closed my eyes and I looked over by the door, and it was gone. About 5-6 weeks after that, he came back. But this time he walked into my brothers room. I got up and walked in there, and he was standing by my computer. The computer is on the left wall in my brothers room. He looked at me and disappeared. We moved out of there in the summer of 98, and now we live in a cool house, but I always get this feeling he’ll be there… when I wake up.

Date: Thu, 17 Dec 1998 11:34:48 -0800 (PST)
address anonymous

story This story is about my daughter’s guardian angel.

The day before I went into the hospital to be induced into labor, my mother was at the funeral of a fellow teacher and close friend. I paged her and she hurried home to take me and my husband to the hospital.

But most of the story took place before this. The woman’s funeral had been put off. She had died exactly one week before my daughter was born. My mother had to complete her report cards because they were set to go out a few days after her death. As my mother was doing this an old Hymnal which she hadn’t heard in years popped into her head.(I keep cursing myself because I cannot remember the name of the song for the life of me) Well, at the funeral that was the FIRST song played.

And I guess it is prevalent to the story to point out that my family is white and the woman was black. I say this because my (normally shy)daughter has I don’t know what to call it, but she is really responsive to large black women. She also does things like smiling at the air or laughing at something, but there is no one there.

I guess the real job of a guardian angel is to protect, and she has done this as well. There have been more than a few occasions where my daughter has fallen or bumped her head and had no mark to show for it(when she REALLY should have). Also, I believe I have felt her presence as I do right now. Once I was rushing to my daughter as she had just fallen again and I felt as if I had passed through something and it let me know that every thing was okay. I always know my daughter is in good hands.

Date: Thu, 31 Dec 1998 17:17:16 -0800 (PST)
yourname jgiminny

story I purchased the house I currently live in some thirty-five years ago..It is an old farm house that was was built in the late 1800’s. Being one the –if not the–oldest house in the community, it has several stories and tales connected to it. One of these concerns a double murder and suicide which allegedly took place in the year of 1899.. the house has its noises, its sounds, its creeks and drafts that old houses do.. there have also been several occurences that have caused me to shed my previous skeptisism of hauntings and supernatural events..I could indeed describe some of these events but I do not see what purpose that would serve…let it suffice to say that, especially since the death of my first wife twenty-one years ago, I am fairly certain of a co-existence with members of the spirit world. One experience I would like to share, however, is one spring evening I was sitting in my living room reading and joining me were our three cats all of whom were comforta! ! bly napping about the room but in my range of sight. Without warning, a cool, gentle but persistent breeze feel upon my face..only my face. All three cats awoke and similtanously raised their heads and stared at a spot across the room where thier attention was held for a minute or so…then–as one—they lowered thier heads and went back to sleep..the breeze stopped.. I was siezed by a momentary but quite real paralyzing fear that was followed by the most serene and total feeling of peace I had ever experienced…..This actually occured and I offer it to you, the reader, for your consideration and your thoughts..your offer of explanation………

Date: Sat, 2 Jan 1999 03:51:35 -0800 (PST)
yourname J. wilton

story On october 10, 1996 I was remodeling a small two roomed shack at a recently acqwired deer lease in Medina Texas. Upon entering the living area,to make a repair list, I noticed a basket ball sized dark brown stain about chest high on the devider wall between living area and sleeping area. When I walked into the sleeping area I saw the same dark spot that was on the oppsite side of the divider wall. Not thinking anything was out of the ordinary I completed my list and went to the local hardware store for materials. I returned to find my tools had been scattered. I thought it a bit odd but proceded with the repairs. I started painting the inside walls. My first goal was to remove the the dark stain, so I treated it and started painting the walls. when I was done with that I started cooking my supper on the grill outside, when I returned to into the structure I immediately noticed the stain had bled back through the fresh paint. this made no sense, as I had given the treat! ! ment adequate time to dry before painting over it. I finished supper, and re-applied the stain treatment to the wall. By then it was about 10:30 pm. and I figured I would go to bed finish the paint work in the morning. I awoke at about 2:15 am. to use the bathroom, and after returning to bed I started hearing a faint tapping that I could not pinpoint, so I got up with my pistol and looked around the small shack for a posible source. finding nothing I returned to my bed. Within moments faint tapping graduated quickly to a pounding which i realised was coming from the divider wall; at this point my mind was racing with all posible explations. seeking to end matters quickly, I sat up and yelled “shut the hell up” the second I said this the pounding stopped, and before I could move some thing with the size and weight of a very large man pounced on me breaking the mattress supports and sending myself and the mattresses crashing to the floor. As I hit the floor the force was gone; G! ! asping for the breath that was knocked out of me I grabbed my pistol, and began scanning the room for movement. realizing their was no one there, I very quickly grabbed my clothes and bags and spead off in my truck. The next day I contacted the land owner and told him what had happened, and he informed me that similar occurrences had been reported years earlier.

Date: Wed, 6 Jan 1999 16:01:02 -0800 (PST)
yourname Jessica Mason

story The house I live in is really old. It was built in 1908, when the railroad came through the area where I live. I have seen lots of things, and a lot of the people who have come to my house have seen things, even though I may not have told them anything about the house. Most of the time, the things I see are harmless, or they seem benevolent. But it’s the other things that are really scary.

The scariest thing I can remember is seeing Death in my living room. I was lying in bed one night when I was about nine years old. My bedroom opens into the living room, which is a room that always freaked me out anyway. It was probably about 10:00, and I had just turned out the light about 15 or 20 minutes before. I couldn’t sleep, so I was just thinking about this, that, or the other when I felt a presence watching me. That wasn’t that unusual, but it felt like a bad presence, which was unusual. I looked out my bedroom door, and there was a hooded figure, about 6 or 7 feet tall, staring at me. The only thing I could make out under the hood was a pair of huge glowing eyes. I was paralyzed with fear, laying in my bed unable to move or scream or anything. It got closer and closer to my bedroom door, and I was panicking big time. Then it just disappeared. I saw it one other time, it was about 2 years later. I woke up in the middle of the night and it was standing at my bedroom door. It saw me watching and it just disappeared into thin air. I haven’t seen it since, but I’m afraid I will wake up one night and it will be next to my bed.

Date: Wed, 6 Jan 1999 19:24:57 -0800 (PST)
address anonymous

I used to live in germany , in an very old house . We lived there for a while , about 3-4 years and i never heard any strange sounds or anything . Then i found out i was going to move to the usa . A little while after that the foot steps started .

It was one night , my two sisters and me where alone at home . My older sister was sitting in the kitchen reading and I was in the living room watching TV ( my younger sister was only about 2 years old she was asleep in the living room choutsh ) , i had to use the bathroom so i went across the hall into the bathroom , i just had gone into the bathroom when i started to hear footsteps in the atict ( the atict is right above the bathroom ) . I was really scared because i though there might be a rober in our house . So as fast as i could i ran back into the living room were my sister was at this point and told her i heard steps . First she didn’t want to belive me so i told her to turn off the TV . After we had turned the TV off we keept on listenig , for a while we didn’t hear anything …but then we both heard the footsteps again . We called our parents and told them there was someone in our house , they didn’t want to believe us . We were really scared so we decided to leave t! ! he house and go in our car till our parents would be back . Just as we were walking out of the house i said “what if “he” comes downstares” , right after i said that the door nob from our back door going to the adict turnd , so we ran out of the house closed the door really quick and went into our car . We waited till our parents came home and told them about it . My dad went upstairs to look if anyone was there but nobody was there and everything looked the same .

After that i didn’t hear anymore foot steps . But one day my sister told me that she was sisting in her room ( her room was in the adict ) reading and one of her posters started moving ( the poster was of a girl cryng ) .

Date: Wed, 6 Jan 1999 19:54:47 -0800 (PST)
yourname Kaitlyn

story I’m not exactly sure what happened to me on that day when I as in grade three. I just know that I was alone. Well, let me start from the begining.

One day, the date of which I do not remember, I went to the top story of my school. I was looking for my brother. No one was on the top floor at all. Now, before I go on I have to tell you about our school. I went to Colonel Walker. It was founded by Colonel Walker. All the kids in the school beleive that it is haunted by Colonel Walker.

Now, back to the story. After I found that there was no one there, I turned around to leave. It was a t that moment that I felt cold all over. Someone or something tapped my shoulder. I turned around a looked at…nothing. I was spooked. I ran down the hall and didn’t stop running until I had left the school.

I never have known for sure what happened that day, but I’m sure I had a run in with Colonel Walker.

Date: Fri, 8 Jan 1999 19:53:01 -0800 (PST)
yourname Dawn Caban

story Okay, here goes my first contribution, this took place about 2 1/2 years ago, and to this day I sleep with a night light on. It was the night before school started, and I was rather excited to be going back, seeing friends that I missed etc, and had trouble going to sleep. I finally fell into a deep sleep, and around 3am, I woke up for no reason, and looked toward the door that leads into my brothers room. I saw someone standing there, watching me. It wasn’t a definite shape, but I got the impression that it was human. It was lit up from the inside, and wasn’t actually standing on the floor. I panicked, and managed to speak, I just said over and over, “Dan, go back to bed.” (Dan being my brother). The object then started floating, and kind of swirled, then dissapeared. I was so afraid of this “thing”, that I just passed out. This isn’t the only thing that has happened in my house, my younger brother used to hear someone breathing in his room during the night, it was so ! ! bad he had to sleep with a fan on, and he knows for a fact that it wasn’t anyone in the house, because that would happen when all members were out of the house. Also, the phone cord in our living room has taken to violent shaking sometimes. I’ve been on the phone during the night, to feel it shake, not just jiggle, but actually shake, skipping rope style, and no one is there. My dogs also do the typical barking at nothing, and following things that aren’t there. That was the only time anyone has ever seen anything, and we don’t know if anyone has had any misfortune in this house.

Date: Sun, 10 Jan 1999 11:00:41 -0800 (PST)
address anonymous

story I was about 15 or 16 when my Mom was forced to move again. She had gotten a divorce again and again we moved. She did her best. Anyway, we moved into this two bedroom house on a not-so-good section of Montgomery, AL. From day one we heard footsteps at night and screen door slamming, cold spots, etc. Momma found out from the Landlord that an old man had lived there with about 7-10 dogs ranging from small to really big. (dogs were put down). I would not go into the old shed behind the house unless family was with me even though it would have been a perfect “clubhouse”. It gave me the willies, come to find out that was where the old man kept all of his mean dogs, supposedly they were all put down.

Anyway, the most memorable experience I had was one weekend afternoon, I was in the house, by myself, finally getting off my butt and taking a shower. For some strange reason we had a bolt lock on the inside of the bathroom door. I always attached it (damn that shower scene from Psycho!!). Anyway, I am in the middle taking my shower, soaping up my hair and I hear the bolt unlatch and the door open!!! For some reason, I knew it was the old man and I got VERY ANGRY. Some dirty DEAD old man getting some kind of cheap thrill! I started yelling at him at the top of my lungs to get the h**ll out of my bathroom before I call in a priest for an exorcism and he should be ashamed of himself the dirty old man, etc. I was extremely angry. Suprisingly the door closed and the lock locked back. I didn’t really have any more problems with the old man after that.

We moved after that and a cousin of mine moved in. They said they never had a problem, but they are not the most sensitive people in the world either. They have a hard time picking up that they hurt someone’s feelings, much less that something strange is going on.

Date: Sun, 10 Jan 1999 15:07:13 -0800 (PST)
address anonymous

story My family and I used to live in Moscow, Kansas. We had a little old farm house by the highway. I was about 8 back then, but everynight I herd something or someone walking up and down the hallway. I also remembered hearing bells ringing in the night. The realator had told us that the owner of the house before us hung herself in the Utility Room on the clothes rack. I’m sure that had something to do with it. Like I said it was an old house, and the utility room was attached to the garage and the garage, for some reason, was always warmer than the utility room.

Date: Mon, 11 Jan 1999 16:03:34 -0800 (PST)
address anonymous

story My story happened about 5 years ago. I was about 8 at the time and i had a younger brother and a younger sister. It happened at about 11:30 at night, I was sleeping in the room right next to the stairs leading to the basement and my brothers room was right next to mine. That night I heard a noise comming from my brothers room and i woke up right away. All of a sudden I seen a boy about my brothers age walk across the hall way towards the basement so I yelled at him thinking it was my brother. The little boy had blocks in his hand and looked at me. The only thing is that my brother didnt have any blocks and it had no eyes. The place where its eyes were supposed to be were just black. Well when he looked at me it gave me a look and then walked away. I just started screaming out to my mother and I was hiding under the blankets. I told my mom that a boy that looked like Greg walked by my door and looked at me. Then I said it had some blocks it its hands and had no eyes, ! ! so my mom checked my brothers room and he was sound asleep and then told me that he didnt own any blocks. She asked me what way it went and i told he down the stairs to the basement or to the backdoor and left. She checked the backdoor and it was locked tight, then she checked the basement door and it was locked but to make sure she looked down in the basement and there was nothing there. Well about 4 years ago we moved from that house but another thing happened in that house but i wont go into that.

Well i hope my sosry wasnt too long, hope you liked it! 🙂

Date: Tue, 12 Jan 1999 14:16:33 -0800 (PST)
address anonymous

story My story happened a year ago. I was in the bathroom getting ready for school and I heard this noise right outside my bathroom, so I truned my head to see what it was and I saw the head of something peeking around the corner at me. When I looked at it, it brought its head back behind the corner and I screamed. Then i thought it might be one of my sisters so i went the way it looked to have went and i couldnt find it anywhere. Then I noticed that it couldnt be any of my sisters or parents cause they were all sleeping. That summer we got a swimming pool and we put it in the backyard. It is almost right under the bathroom window and when you look up at the window when no one was in the house you could see the outline of some ones head there. So far we havent heard or seen anymore of the ghost but you can always see it in the window when no one is in the house. Well thats my story, hope yall liked my story.

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Date: Fri, 15 Jan 1999 22:31:47 -0800 (PST)
address anonymous

Durring the year of 1989 I worked as night security in a very old amusement park. durring this period I experianced many ghostly things. the park was built in the late 1800’s and thus has had a lot of history. one night durring patrol I heard loud band music playing sounded like somthing from the big band era I thought i was loosing my mind. so I unlocked the ball room to see what was going on when I entered the hallway it sounded like the ballroom was full of people lots of people this ballroom was huge it could hold 500 couples danceing and then some. any way I walked into ballroom and like a cold winters breeze went right through me and every thing was quiet I still dont know what had happened to this day but that night somthing unusual occurred . I always thought the guys were telling me storyies about the ghosts of Crystal Beach Park . on another night I was patroling the old midway section of the park when I noticed the strong smell of pipe tabaco I was damed where it was comeing from then I spotted a little old man standing in the corner of a old ca! ! ndy stand , when I approached him to see what he was doing he disapeared just like that the next morning the grounds arrived I told John about my experiance he worked in the park for over 45years, I described the old man that I saw he laughed and said I see you have met Bob, Bob was the night security in the year of 1952 when he turned very sick and died in the winter of that year. I was floored I saw a ghost! but it dosent stop here. the biggest scare in the old amusement park was the night of july 4 about 330am I was patroling the pier it was a coolrainy night very dark when I felt two hands on my back and give me a push enough force to make me loose my balance again nobody was there it freaked me out I dident tell anyone about that incident I wanted to keep my job now the old park has been torn down and a housing development has been built I dont know if any thing has occured since. but I know there has been a lot of ghost stories about this park I hope you found my encou! ! nter interesting thanks this is completely true!

Date: Fri, 22 Jan 1999 14:10:24 -0800 (PST)
yourname Dawn Caban

story I have been lurking here for some time, and am sad to say that I’ve almost completed reading… so I thought I would contribute something that happened to my best friends boss.

Here we go:

My friend’s boss, John, has a younger brother who works at a funeral home, conveniantly located about 200 feet from my house. Because of his job, he lives under the funeral home, in a small apartment. One night, John, his brother, (don’t know his name- I’ll call him Mike) and a friend were all watching movies with their respective lady friends. Everything was quiet, when all of a sudden they heard footsteps upstairs inside the funeral home. Being the tough men that they are, John and Mike got baseball bats, and went upstairs to investigate. The other man stayed behind to “protect” the woman, although later he admitted he was too terrified to go upstairs. There was no sensor alarm, just an alarm on the door, and after making sure this was still secure, they split up, (why would you ever do that???), and began searching every room. They didn’t find a soul. heehee. There was no one there. No way to get in, no way to get out, except for that one door, or to go into the apartment. ! ! They said the footsteps sounded like a man shuffling along, in dress shoes. Perhaps someone who’s funeral was held there, just liked the place too much to leave. Even to this day, the footsteps can still be heard, and there have been other occurances, but I’ll save those for next time. Hope you enjoyed hearing this, I didn’t, when I look out my window, I can see this place, and think about what I was told…

Date: Sat, 23 Jan 1999 15:22:05 -0800 (PST)
yourname Ashley

story I’d like to tell you about my house in Utah. My family is military and usually military families move around a lot but we did’nt. We lived in this house for 10 years and military housing being what it is, (no offense) the house was ‘falling apart’. I was so young i didn’t mind, but i did mind the other members of the household…

All of my experiances started one day when i was about 6 or7. I was doing the dishes and looked through the kitchen to the hallway and saw a large shadow out of the corner of my eye. when i turned my head slowly to look at it it quickly moved into my bedroom. I wasn’t scared that much because of my horror movie madness at that age but i still went to investigate after i was done. i saw nothing. the 3rd room of my hallway, wich was in the middle of changing to our room, was the uneasy one. I have a German Shepard/Collie and he never walked into that room. He would walk back and fourth, back and fourth, just looking into the room. Well, one day me and my sister decided we werent gonna set up the new bed just yet and stuck a matress on the ground. We crashed for the night and i fell asleep before her. I woke up eather that morning or later that evening(cant recall wich) to a pillow being smothered on my face. it wasnt like a soffocating smother, just kind of a messing around one, i was hit with a pillow a few times and woke up yelling at my sister like always. except that i woke her up when i yelled at her. i didnt say anything about the incedent to her, just said “never mind” and rolled over and went to sleep.

my mother inhereted an organ from someone, dont know who, and when ever she would take a shower i would sneak a play time with it. i was messing around making up tunes of my own when i felt an old man behind me watching. i spun around and no one was there. then my mom walked in and asked me all these questions i didnt understand and i kept one playing. many more things happende in that old house but this is getting long so i will go now. thankyou for reading and sorry if i bored you

Date: Tue, 26 Jan 1999 19:13:09 -0800 (PST)
email DAMB423

story THE STRANGER I KNEW BEFORE……… The older I become the more I’m beginning to believe that some spirits have always known each other. It was the summer of 1993 when I met for the first time a young medical secretary named JILLIAN. Oue eyes first met in a breathless silence. I know you but we never met before. She felt the same way yet she had just moved to my area from out of state just a few months ago.As time passed we became good friends but JILLIAN had left a lot of problems behind in her life.She was a beautiful young woman only half my age and I felt helpless at times trying to give advice to someone that I knew in time passing all things would work out. As beautiful as she was JILLIAN could not keep a boyfriend for vey long.I could not understand this problem at first until I realized that JILLIAN had a drug problem.

About six months past that I did not see her when the strange dreams began of JILLIAN. In these dreams she kept asking me to come see her at work.At first I gave little attention to the dreams until about the third dream experience. This dream was of two large pumpkins in the middle of a corn field. JILLIAN again would ask me to come to the place where she worked. Three more nightly dreams took place before I decided that something was wrong. JILLIAN was in tro ble and I had to go see her. In AUGUST of 1994 I saw JILLIAN at work. She looked beautiful and we spoke for a time. It had lifted my spirit to see her but little did I know it was for the last time.. JILLIAN was killed in a car accident three weeks later on SEPTEMBER 14th 1994. When I went to her viewing there was two large pumpkins by the steps as you entered. I had told a friend three weeks earlier that the last time I saw JILLIAN she glowed like an angel. BY DENNIS AMBROSE

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