Watching Over Me

From: Amanda (amanda03abc@netscape.net)
Story type: Ghost
Location: NJ
Source: Form Submission
Date submitted: Sun Aug 24 03:50:14 2008

I have a few stories to share.

My older cousin Desiree died in 1992 in a tragic accident. She was 15 and I was about to turn 3. I had been pretty close to her and my mom did her best to help me understand why I wouldn't be seeing my cousin anymore. My mom tends to believe in eerie paranormal type things and so I guess to an extent, so do I. Anyway, it was a few months after my cousin had passed. My mom was driving and I was sitting in the backseat talking. My mom asked me who I was talking to and I told her "Desi", what I had always called Desiree. My mom said "no, Desi went to Heaven and you won't see her anymore remember?" She says I was annoyed with her that she didn't believe me. I was pointing next to me saying "Mommy she's right here! Desi, tell her!" My mom was so freaked out. I don't remember this at all, but I like to think that my Desi was really there talking with me.

This is a story that my aunt told me. I believe her completely because she's not eccentric and I can't see her making up such a story. While she was eight months pregnant, her car broke down. She didn't know what to do. She said two older women came out of nowhere and asked her if she needed help. She told them she needed to get her car to the closest gas station but there was no way she could push it. They pushed her car to the gas station for her and when she turned to thank them, they were gone. She said she believes they were angels sent to help her.

One more story. I'm not sure what category this would fall under, but here it is. My mom used to have incredibly vivid dreams. She said they were so vivid that at the time she couldn't tell they weren't really happening. The first time it happened, she dreamed that something happened to our next door neighbor. She woke up scared and woke my dad up saying she dreamed that something had happened to Frank and there were ambulances outside and that she didn't think he was alive. Needless to say, he told her she was crazy and to just go back to sleep. A few weeks went by and Frank was fine so she brushed it off as just a really strange nightmare. Shortly after, Christmas Eve actually, my parents woke up to lights flashing in their bedroom. My mom immediately ran to the front door and went outside. There was an ambulance outside and they were carrying someone out on a stretcher with the cloth covering the face, like they do when the person is dead. Frank's wife followed the EMTs out crying hysterically. By this time my dad was already standing behind my mom. She turned around and said "Oh my God! I told you! I told you I saw this happen before!" My dad was dumbfounded.

It happened a few times. Another story about it that she told me was that she had a dream that something was alive under our house. I don't remember the details but she again told my dad that something was under the house. Once again, he told her she was crazy. A week later, they smelled something rancid around our back porch. He looked in the crawl space (under the house) and there was a dead cat with a litter of kittens. They had all died in our crawl space. He came back in the house and my mom asked if he found out what the smell was. He said something along the lines of "I still think you're kind of crazy, but you were right again. There was a dead cat and some kittens in the crawl space. They must've gotten stuck and dead from the cold."

One last story. my mom had another dream and this time she was really upset when she woke up. She woke up in hysterics and told my dad she had a dream that something terrible had happened. She dreamed that she walked into a hospital ICU and her brother's exwife came towards saying "My baby! Oh my God, my baby!" Now my mom was scared to death. She woke not knowing who it had happened to (her niece or newphew). She didn't want to tell my uncle or his exwife, so she just told my dad. He told her it was just a dream and she was being irrational. A year passed and she had blocked the dream out. She got a call that Desiree had gotten hit by a truck and she needed to get to the ICU of the hospital. As my mom walked in, Patti came running towards her screaming "Debbie! my baby! my baby!" My mom said she regrets not telling anyone about her dream.

And those are my stories.