Believing in ghosts – Part 34

Do I believe in ghosts? You bet I do. I grew up watching horror movies and going to the drive in with my young parents (they are 20 yrs older than myself). Knowing that me and my twin sister would be sneaking to watch the scary movies when we were supposed to be sleeping in the back of the car, we were taught at a young age that it was just make believe, it was like halloween, people in costume playing their parts. So there were very little nightmares between my sister and I.

Now fast forward to when I was 11 years old. As always, my dreams are very vivid and I still remember this dream to this very day without needing to resort to my dream journals. In short, the dream was about me saving my younger brother from a woman chasing him with a butcher’s knife. I ended up getting in between them and fell backwards onto my back. I started kicking at the woman and she then began stabbing my feet, legs, then my stomach with the knife. I could feel it all. I closed my eyes and opened them to find myself floating above my body and rising skyward, watching from above as my brother ran to my mom and the murderess ran in the opposite direction. I looked around me as I continued to rise and saw other spirits rising with me. Then I noticed how high I was getting and having a fear of heights, I got scared and zoomed back down only to wake up with a start from the dream (nearly falling out of the top bunk of the bunk bed).

After that dream, I’ve had ghost encounters. Even on that day. I was playing in my room and heard a knock at my bedroom door. I opened it and no one was there. I figured that my twin sister was playing a joke on me, so I checked all the rooms and the stairwell to see if she was there. But I saw no one. Then I went back into my room and the blinds and window which had been previously closed, were now open. No one had passed me to do so or I would have seen them as the place we were living in at the time was very small.

Ever since then, when I’d been upset or troubled, I would feel the sensation of someone running their hand along my cheek or my arm in a comforting manner, as if to tell me everything was going to be all right. As the years passed, I’ve had dreams of the ghost who would help me solve problems and ease my anxiety about certain things. When I described his looks and told his name to my mom, she told me who he was, her grandfather that died in the 1960’s, when she was a little girl. So here he is, my great-grandfather George Goode, a soldier in WW1 (we have his conscription papers and military medical records), the man holding the record for the most shrapnel taken out of a living human being, was continuing to be a part of the family and look out for one that looks like his daughter that passed away at an early age.

As time has gone on, I’ve seen other ghosts and unexplained things, yet George continues to visit when I need him the most. Could he be a guardian spirit taking the persona of a family member to gain trust? Could be. Or he really could be the ghost of my great-grandfather. Whatever he is, he’s helped to start and continue to strengthen my belief in ghosts and the multitude of things that can happen in the afterlife, including interaction with the living once one had passed on.