At The Hospital
As long as I can remember, I have lived in haunted houses. Every single home I have lived in has had ghosts. Some have been good, some have been ugly, and some have been violent. But they all have impacted my life in some way or another. These are their stories.
The first ghost experience I had was when I was born. My Great Aunt told me this story about my Great Grandfather's visit after I was born. Let me make this clear I was a keeping up with the Jones baby. I was told that I was a unwanted baby. How can that be? Well, my Aunt was pregnant with her first child and my Mom did not like the attention my Aunt was getting. I was conceived a month after she found out. From additional information that has come to me, not by her husband, either. However, she ran with it and my Fathers family believed I was theirs.
My Great Grandfather wanted to see the family line continue and he passed right before or after I was conceived. Fast forward to the day I was born. I was born a little over a month early. The Doctor told my Mom I was indigestion from the Lasagna my Mom had at my Great Aunts house. When my Mom started having stronger pains, she was taken to the hospital to get checked by our family. A few hours later, I was born.
The following day, my Mom was in hog heaven as she was being lavished with attention and phone calls. My whole family came and visit to see the new baby. As everyone was visiting the smell of cuban cigars was lingering in the air. My Great Grandma smiled and cuddled me as everyone else spoke. She would look up like she was looking at someone and would shift me as she was showing me off to an unseen person.
A nurse came in and said, "We can smell cigars in the hallway. We understand you like to give them out but no smoking."
My Great Uncle said, "Ma'am, no one is smoking in here. This little one came so early that we were unable to go to Ibor and buy them yet."
My Great Grandma chuckled to herself but kept me in her arms cuddling me. Later that night my Great Grandma told my Aunt that someone had been smoking in the room and that my Great Grandfather had come to join the festivities. Growing up I would see a taller man both old and young out the corner of my eye. When I found out that my Father may not be my Dad he came to me. He told me in his broken english that I was still his Granddaughter. His visits are always few and in between come when I need an unbiased person to sit with me as I struggle in my life. His last visit came when I had been let go of my job. He stood over my shoulder as I filled out applications and told me that it would work out. Although I was unable to meet him in life I value that he visits me after his death.
When I was older I was told no matter where I lived as a baby I was always watching the ceiling and babbling to things that no one else could see. As I grew up my Great Grandmother would tell me that my Great Grandfather would visit. The first experience I remember was when we lived in an apartment complex in New Jersey. My Mom had just had my sister, and the entity in the basement happened shortley after that.
This story comes from my Grandpa Richard. When my mother was pregnant with my brother, my parents decided to move back to Florida. My Grandfather told me this story the night before he and my father left to set up our house for our move back to Florida.
When I was four years old, we lived in an older apartment complex in Keansburg, New Jersey. There was nothing special about this apartment complex. It had a brick exterior and we could hear everything outside or next door. From what I can remember the room with the TV had stairs going up to the bedrooms and then in the kitchen, there was this weird brown door that led downstairs to the basement and my playroom. My playroom contained the laundry machine, my toys, and a big furnace.
I hated my playroom with every part of my four-year-old body, however, my mother insisted I go play down in the basement to get out of her hair when she was taking care of my baby sister. The feeling that the room gave me was one of fear, especially near the furnace. My toys were on the far side of the room opposite the furnace. As a child, I would stay as far away from the furnace as I could.
My Grandfather said one day he was off from work and had just come back from visiting a friend. He was going to take me to the park and asked my mother where I was. She had vaguely said that I was downstairs and went back to what she was doing. So he headed downstairs to my playroom to come to find me.
When he came about halfway down the stairs, he saw I was standing on the bottom step with my arms crossed looking over at the furnace. Then he said I shocked him because he heard me say, "I said go away. You are just a mean man."
My Grandpa thought I was talking to an imaginary friend. That was until he came down two more stairs and was able to look toward the furnace. He said that in front of the furnace was a black shadow that looked like a man. He said he bolted down the stairs to get to me faster, Then he said I got angry and yelled out, "I said go away!"
He said the shadow had started moving towards me until I screamed. Then the shadow man pulled back and started to disappear into the furnace. My Grandfather didn't wait to see if it was gone. He scooped me up and ran up the stairs as fast as he could. That night at dinner he told my parents that we needed to move and proceeded to tell them what had happened. My parents did not believe him and said he was being foolish, or that he had been drinking. He said that he was going to put my toys up in the bedroom I shared with my sister in the morning. My mom started to argue with him saying my room wasn't big enough for my things and my sisters. He argued that my sister was with them in their room at the time so there should be no problem. Then he made it clear he would move out and not help pay his half of the rent if my stuff was not brought up to my room. She agreed to allow all my toys to be moved upstairs.
The next morning my mom went downstairs to do a load of laundry. She came running back up the stairs and said that all of my toys were moved and thrown around. Later that day my father and Grandfather moved all my toys upstairs. After all my toys had been moved upstairs to my room, my mom would have issues with the laundry that was hanging up in the basement to dry. There would be times she would hang up the clothes or put them on a drying rack and she would come back down to find them on the ground or back in the washer soaked. My mom thought my Grandfather had been messing with her for a while and then it started happening while he was away working. We moved a few months later to a different home in Keansburg, New Jersey.
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