The Ghosts in My Corner

From: Paul Dale Roberts (jazmapika@cs.com)
Story type: Ghost
Location: Elk Grove, CA
Source: Form Submission
Date submitted: Tue Mar 17 20:04:14 2009

The Ghosts in My Corner

He stood there, in the midst of zipping up his black leather jacket before spotting me watching him. I didn’'t know where he came from, didn’'t know where he was. All that was obvious was that he was there, standing in the darkest corner of my bedroom. He was yet just another ghost in a recent string of deceased individuals that have been appearing to me. This one was different.

The son of a celebrity, Brian was the first child that I had seen whom I knew exactly who and where he came from because his passing had been so recent. It also struck me that he may not have known why it was that I was there because the look on his face as he zipped by was that of being caught off guard.

Usually when I am visited by a spirit, it is because they need my help, or they just want to annoy the heck out of me. Yeah, some of them do that as spirits too. But, this guy was just as confounded as I was which was another first for me. He did not have any ill-will toward anyone, he was not murdered and had no last words. However, what he did give me was his most beautiful and prized memories and maybe even a hidden message.

Brian showed me a little girl slumped against a wall, in her best light-colored dress with sash, stockings and dress shoes, her brown bangs covering her eyes. It could have been for them, a day just like any other or a special one that the little girl did not feel like cooperating with. Either way, it was a memory from years ago that stayed with him.

Picture an orange-sky with hints of sun peeking through clouds and an airplane strip with a single plane resting on a dark glistening concrete slab. Now, imagine being in the cockpit and watching as this child and his father, a headset on his head, fly through this beautiful sky. Looking over at his son, he sends a gentle, warm smile his way and in turn Brian offers a wide-toothed grin. Truly picturesque, this was one of the most precious memories that he had and that I will never forget. It was pure happiness and an unspoken father-son bonding moment.

Lastly, he showed me something that may be more of a message than a memory, but who is to say it is not both. A guy lying on his side on a dirt ground surrounded by an Oasis, dressed all in white, on what looked liked something close to the edge of a cliff. As he watched the sun set.

As with any spiritual occurrence that I encounter, seeing Brian’s “spirit” raised a few questions in my mind. Are these memories of what happened or what should have been? Was he stuck in a time loop, carrying on from what he last remembered on that day or as he would any day? If he did not willingly come to me in need of help, as it seemed by the awkward expression on his face, how did he find himself in my corner? Or maybe it was me that came upon his house. Could it be that in the otherworld everything is the way the deceased recognizes it to be, until they find the truth?

I am no Ghost Whisperer, but what I do know for certain is that each entity has a vital piece of information pertaining to our world. Whether they speak it or not you have to be willing to receive.

Sorcha

*I use the term ghost and spirit loosely, currently I am unclear as to how appropriate those words may be in regards to Brian.* Name has been changed for privacy purposes.

A Message from Paul Dale Roberts, HPI General Manager/Ghosthunter -

Sorcha is an exceptional lady and the experiences she describes above are genuine. Sometimes dealing with the paranormal can be confusing and as you can see in her article, she seeks answers. May Sorcha one day have her answers.