Edgar and Rosane

From: Marie Jo Cantuaria (mariejopink25@yahoo.com.br)
Story type: Ghost
Location: Rio Negrinho - SC - BRAZIL 
Source: Form Submission
Date submitted: Tue Feb 27 15:35:14 2007

My friend Rosane

Well, I had this best friend called Rosane. She moved to another town, really far away from here so that we still make contact to each other once in a while by phone or letters. She have these two sisters that were always with us: Marlene and Jaqueline. All the three of them had always very interesting stories about ghosts and I think it’s worthy to share with you. The most impressive one is this story I’ll call “Edgar and Rosane”.

Rosane was always fond of poems and stuff. She had a friend called Edgar that was a poet too, and they always went together to a poets’ gathering that used to happen at school. They were just friends because Edgar had a girlfriend and he was a kind of troubled person because all his friends were anti-Christ and stuff. No one took these anti-Christ guys (Edgar and friends) seriously, they were not bad people, but besides being anti-Christ, they enjoyed drugs and stuff, you know, that kind of young people that enjoyed walking in the wrong way.

One day, 3 other girls and I went to a pub in another town. Before going there, we were in a pub in our town where we met this girl named Alicia and she was really drunk and crazy. She was Edgar’s best friend girlfriend. She said goodbye to her friends telling she was going to another town in a party. We wondered to ourselves if she was able to drive as she was f… drunk… but… no one dared to stop the girl. Rosane was not there to go with us to the other town’s pub so we decided to leave too.

We had lots of fun, and it was almost 3 in the morning when Alicia showed up in this other pub with some friends, and Edgar was among them. She was almost falling on the floor as she was drugged and completely drunk, so she gathered her friends and left the place. We decided to go home too as we lived in another town ( as said before) and on the way home, we saw some confusion on the roads and some firemen trucks coming, ambulances speeding up behind us, and the girl that was driving our car slowed down and let them pass. We stopped the car, there was a car accident there! About 5 minutes before we got to that point of the road, a car accident occurred so we put our car at the side of the road and went to the crash site to watch the paramedics take the victims out of the car.

We said to each other: Gosh, that’s Alicia!! She was the one who hit her car right front with a big truck. We saw the firemen take her body out of the car, she was like a rag doll, all bones broken. We saw no blood but the scene was shocking! Her boyfriend was like a pancake in the front seat, he was not bleeding but was smashed onto the seat.

We could not see the people that were in the back seats because the car was so fast and the hit was so strong that the front seats went to the back part of the car smashing everything. But we knew Edgar and his girlfriend were there, if they were not lucky… Everyone was dead because of a crazy girl that took all drugs and all drinks during the night and was trying to take them home. And they were fool enough to take that ride…

All I was thinking about at that moment was if the guys that died in the accident were having the chance to check who was Jesus Christ who they denied the whole life…

I called Rosane the next day to tell her about Edgar. She got really shocked and couldn’t stop crying for some time. She went to his funeral, the coffins were all closed because of the conditions of the body, faces smashed, etc….

Rosane got badly depressed and we couldn’t understand why, she was not that close to Edgar, so we thought she was just showing off, just so that everyone would feel pity of her, as she always was doing something to get anyone’s attention.

Well, time went on, and Rosane started seeing ghosts. She was sure they were Edgar. The first encounter she had was when she was babysitting her niece. They were walking the way home when she noticed, with a side look of her eyes, that someone dressed in white was trying to pass by them. She said to her niece: Carol, come closer to me so that “Uncle” can pass on the sidewalk ( we sometimes call uncle or aunt to other people we don’t know when baby-talking)… Carol got close to her and Rosane was expecting this person in white to pass by them… but no one passed. She looked behind and all sides and they were alone, no one in white on the streets or sidewalks, or getting into any house… She told me this story, which her niece confirmed, and although it was strange, we didn’t give much importance.

The second encounter was when she was cooking at her sister’s house ( she lived with one of her sisters that was married) and she felt like being watched. She was near the second floor stairs and when she looked at it, she noticed someone staring at her from the top of the stairs. It was dark but she could clearly see a boy or a man sitting there and looking at her, and everyone were in the first floor in the kitchen.

She told that to her sister and everyone got surprised when her nephew, that was 8 by that time, confirmed he saw the same thing too about some days before…

She was starting to get worried about it and ask for help to a catholic priest. All he told her was that was just her imagination and that she should go to the church and also find some friends to not feel depressed. The last encounter she had with the ghost was the most terrifying. She was alone at her sister’s home one day at night when she started getting very depressed and uneasy. She then (she told me later) tried to call me but the phone was always busy (I then confirmed the line was not busy, we couldn’t explain that). She then, put a jacket on, and decided to go to my house which was about 15 minutes far from hers.

When she was getting close to my house, the wind started blowing furiously, but there was no sign of storms coming. In Brazil, principally here in the south, people (mainly the old people) believe that when the wind starts blowing that way, it is a spirit of a hanged person that is passing by that place. There are 3 houses in my neighborhood where people died hanging themselves, the location of the houses form an L towards mine… that’s spooky….

She remembered the story about the hanged people winds so didn’t get scared. She was wearing a very heavy leather jacket but it almost got out of her body due to the winds. When she started getting up the street to get to my house (my mom’s house actually, it’s in the top of a hill), she felt someone getting close to her. When she looked behind her shoulder, she saw a black smoke in the form of a man coming towards her as if it was going to touch her shoulder with a kind of a hand.

She started running and suddenly got into my house and broke into my bedroom. I was surprised by her and she was nervous and trembling, her voice was trembling saying my name like :” oh Marie, oh Marie”, I thought she was laughing and started laughing too, but when I looked to her face she was pale and almost crying.

I asked what happened and she told me, when I touched her to hold her she was still trembling and was cold as an ice cube… It took some time for her to get her skin color back too.

Then, I calmed her down and told her to go to the cemetery another day and pray for Edgar if that thing was his ghost. Maybe he needed some help or maybe her sorrow for his dead was just calling him back to this land.

I also gave her a lucky charm: a rosary made of oliva seeds. It is blessed by the Pope, and the old lady that gave me that some years before had told me that the seeds come from the trees that are in the place Jesus first prayed the “Holy Father”.

She put the rosary on her purse, and the next day she went to the cemetery with candles and prayed at Edgar’s tomb.

She told me, some time after these incidents, she felt much better from that day on, when she prayed at her friend’s tomb, and that since she started carrying the rosary with her, no ghosts came to bother her anymore.