get people to tell me their ghost stories

My Grandmother Pearl was not haunted. In fact I don’t know if this story fits here because I wouldn’t call it a haunting, if it was it was a welcome one.

G. Pearl was an Avon Lady for over 30 years. – It becomes important later on.

G. Pearl died of natural causes. She was 97 years old and drove her car and delivered Avon until she was in her 80s. I am told she was the trouble maker in the family, even eloped with a man she had met after she snuck out at night against her parent’s whishes. What I admired about her most is that she was tough, very tough in an emotional sense of things. Her death was relatively painless and quick, a kind where a person seems in between two worlds at once and not really cognizant of what was going on in either of them.

At this time I was living with my mother after a divorce while saving for a home of my own. In fact the last real time I talked with her was about the divorce. She had divorced the man she eloped with because he was an ass and it had been the right decision. Now after her death, her house was vacant with no one in the family asking to buy it. Eventually her house was sold and went for a nice sum despite the work it needed. I didn’t ask to buy it because I thought my uncle and mother should be benefactors of a house that was sold on the market for top dollar. I knew that G. Pearl would have given it to me for whatever I had. She was like that, a VERY generous person. Christmas Eve and G. Pearls house is something all her Grandchildren remember.

Now fast forward to the week after I buy my house. Driving to work I get the very distinct smell of Avon. G. Pearls house, especially her basement, had the very same aroma. The smell was gone by the time I got to work. You might think this part strange, but when I recognized the smell I said hello my grandmother. I remember her bear hugs that she gave me. When I was little my head would be buried between her breasts which personally made me a bit uneasy when I was older, but to her and my mother I will always be eight years old and unaware of what breasts are. –moving along . . .

I brought my mother to stay over the weekend to see my new house. As she sat in the kitchen she stopped drinking her coffee and said, this house is exactly like your grandmothers! No it’s not. Said I. It is. Mom and I were having coffee in my kitchen that save for colors and décor was a replica of G. Pearls. The outside the inside everything, oh there were some changes previous owners had made and I could find the evidence of remodeling based on my knowledge of G. Pearls house.

I haven’t smelled Avon since. Believe me I would know because you don’t have a Grandmother like Pearl, an award winning Avon lady, and not know the aroma of huge sums of different Avon product in one place smells like.

That’s my story. 4 years ago

And I think I was supposed to tell Angniks anyway. duh? 4 years ago

My oldest cousin fell out of a tree when he was five yrs. old. I’ll call him “D”. It was a LONG HARD FALL, but he was just fine. He told his mom that a WOLF caught him and slowed down his fall. For 23 years he saw this WOLF everywhere. All over his house, outside his bedroom window, at other people’s houses… all over the place. He was kind of scared of the WOLF sometimes, said it had red glowing eyes, and stood upright like a human. But other times he WASN’T and said it saved people sometimes. One time he said he was talking to his girlfriend on the phone and told her his WOLF was sitting beside her. Said he could see through IT’S eyes. The creepy thing is that he told her EXACTLY what she was wearing. She confirmed this to my aunt.

There was a hurricane come through here about 12 years ago called Hurricane Erin. It was the first one that hit anywhere near us. My aunt had a VERY SICK baby at the time, who was almost 2 yrs. old. He was running an extremely high temperature. She said she was sitting and rocking him, scared to death over the hurricane, because my uncle was at work. (and she couldn’t take the baby to the hospital if needed) Next thing you know, the baby was pointing up in the corner by the ceiling. He kept REACHING up in the air toward that corner as if he wanted to grab something. He then started saying “Doggie” and “BIG Eyes” over and over. She said when he said “Eyes”, HIS eyes got really big! This went on for at least a half hour. She was questioning him about the “doggie” and he would just STARE at the corner and talk about it’s eyes. Suddenly, the tree snapped in the front yard, and missed the house by INCHES. The baby’s fever broke and he went to sleep almost immediately. My oldest cousin, “D” just happened to call home shortly after and told her that his WOLF was GONE!

So they wondered for years, if the WOLF was NOW with and watching his baby brother. 4 years ago