A Visit from My Long-Passed Father

From: Mel (Meldog1973@aol.com)
Story type: Ghost
Location: My home
Source: Form Submission

Hi again! It's been awhile since I submitted anything, and it's also been awhile since I have encountered anything at home. It used to be a regular occurrence, but in the past 8 months or so, the "other side" has been really quiet. When I do experience something, I like to submit it because I really enjoy reading about other people who have the same kind of experiences. I hope you enjoy this too...

My Father died on October 27, 1986, when I was 12. Since that time, he has appeared several times, usually in the form of a dream. My Mom, Sister and I would all dream about him in the same night. This happened twice, maybe three times each year. At first we were all freaked out, but eventually we got used to it, and it was kind of nice. Just two weeks ago, we were all talking about how no one has dreamed of him in a long time (probably a year or more!). His other tolken appearances included lost items (usually jewelry that he would have liked, or that belonged to him, turning up weeks or months later in some odd place at home).

I live in the downstairs apt. of my Mom and Dad's 2 family house. My mom lives upstairs. It's nice to have her there too, cuz we are really great friends. Anyway, last night around midnight, I had just slipped into bed and was drifting off when I realized I had to use the bathroom - doncha hate that?? So, I got up, leaving my husband snoring happily away. I walked to the bathroom (which is right next to our bedroom), and stopped at the door, because someone was standing in front of me. I stopped dead, there in the dark, and I could feel the little hairs on the back of my neck start to rise. I couldn't see who it was, but I saw a black shadow (blacker than the dark of the bathroom, if that makes any sense!), kind of long and thin. Not only could I see it, but I could FEEL it, and whoever it was, was standing very close to me. I stopped because long habit in my brain stops me if I think I'm going to walk into something, or someone.

That's exactly what happened. I wasn't really freaked out, cuz I am used to "my" ghosts. I turned on the light, and of course, no one was there. What I should have done is grabbed the camera and took some pictures (hindsight!). I went about my business in the bathroom and then got back into bed. I was pumped so I couldn't sleep. I was VERY happy to have my strange occurrences back (it's kinda lonely without them!)I laid there looking at the minutes pass by, and I wondered to myself who it could have been? This visit was WAY more obvious than the norm around my house: turning on and off electronics, knocking on doors, etc.. this person wanted me to know they were there and who they were. I had been seeing things out of the corner of my eye all weekend, so I was even less surprised to see it all come to a head like this.

Well, as I was running through the list of dead friends and relatives, I said to myself (not out loud), "I wonder who the hell that could have been??" I hadn't even made it through the entire thought when my husband stopped snoring and rolled over. As he rolled over, he struggled to say something. It was "Lazlo." It didn't sound like my husband. It was strained, like he was having trouble saying it, and his voice was gruff and deep. As soon as he said that, my blood started pumping again. Lazlo was my Mom's nickname for my Dad. NO ONE outside our family knew about that, and I hadn't even thought about it for probably 10 - 15 years! My husband CERTAINLY didn't know about it. Besides, he was sound asleep. He tends to talk in his sleep, so that's nothing unusual either, but he will talk in sentences and usually about work, when he does. This was just one word - one name, and he was snoring away again. It's the first time I've ever heard him say only one word, especially a word that means something to me and nothing to him.

When he woke up this morning I told him what happened and what he said and he was skeptical (as always), but unable to explain it (as always =D ). I also told my Mom and my Sister and they were both thrilled, because they know, like I do, that he's still with us and watching over us. Thanks again for reading this!
Mel.