Ghost of My Father

From: Paul Roberts, Chief (hw1.probert2@hw1.cahwnet.gov)
Story type: Ghost
Location: Ceder Eden
Source: Form Submission

Department of Health Services
Radiologic Health Branch, Certification Support

>From Patricia Mary Roberts (my wife):

On September 21, 1985 I would talk to my father Robert Charles Mitchell Sr., for the last time. Over the phone I felt a cold chill run thru me when he said softly: "Baby (nickname), go after everything you can in life, you deserve it. Be good and I hope everything goes well for you (meaning my marriage at the time). After I hung up I felt very uncomfortable, like I wanted to tell him I loved him, something I haven't said since I was small.

The next day around 6:00pm I felt a strange feeling. I was going to stopy by my dad's apartment but I would be late for work. Arriving home around 9:00pm, I received a call from the coroner's office informing me of my dad's death earlier that day.

The following night home alone around 9:00pm, I wanted to feel close to my dad, so I put on his shirt thinking of the past. My dad's smell still lingered on the shirt he died in. I took off the shirt laid it on the floor. I was crying and wondering, why he left me. Why did "god" take away my father, the only person in the world who thought I was special, who believed in me (let me add before my dad's death, I truly believed in god, I prayed every night, lit candles, attended church often), Since the death of my father in 1985, I have never felt close to god again. I'm hoping one day I will again.

My Springer Spaniel was laying next to me in bed, when all of a sudden I heard the back door to the garage open. I walked down the hall to close it. It was very windy that night, so I thought the wind blew it open. Strange! How the previous night, when it was windy the door wouldn't open. I walked back to my bedroom, propped myself on the bed. When I heard another click. My dog laying next to me jumped up staring at the bedroom door. I walked back down the hall and the door was opened. I knew I locked the door and started to get nervous. I closed and locked the door and went back to bed. A few minutes later I heard another click. I shouted "whose there?" No answer. "Whose there?" I demanded.

At this time my dog on the bed started barking at the bedroom door. I felt something very strange. I was scared someone was in my house. And whoever it was, was coming down the hall. My back was against the wall and it felt like a earthquake. I was so scared I couldn't move.

The next thing I knew this someone was at my door. Even tho I couldn't see the person, but I felt his eyes, height, shape of the body. My dad's spirit was at the door looking at me. My dog started growling not barking this time. I screamed "go away!", you are scaring me, go away. Then he was gone. He left feeling sad, I could feel this. My dog stopped growling.

I laid there to scared to get up. Finally, when I did, I grabbed his clothes next to my bed walked to the back door and once again the door opened. I put his clothes in the garage. I called my family and they came over. I told them what happened and opened the garage door to show them where I put my dad's clothes at. The dog went to the clothes and started growling again. We left that night for I was too scared to stay there.

The first few years after his death, I would have dreams of my dad taking me thru a tunnel showing me where he lives and informs me of any bad happenings that will come to me. Looking back now I wish I could have talked to him when he was at my door. I wish I wasn't scared. He told me he will never appear to me again, but only in my dreams.

Patricia Mary Roberts