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I wanted to share a story told to me by my grandfather. Born 1922, died 2004. Rip.

My grandfather had an interesting story, and this is the perfect place for me to document it, as well as share it with others. I imagine all of our grandparents would share these types of stories, but this was a story like no other I had heard him tell. Whether it's true, I have no idea. But I can tell you with a certainty, that my grandfather believed it to be true and not his imagination.

It begins when he was 10 or 11 years old in 1932 or 33. They lived in a wooded area, and back then he said there were only dirt roads in his county, with large swaths of forests. They lived in a small but comfortable home in the south eastern US. Close to where I live now, actually.

His mother (Birdie) had just finished mopping and waxing their floors. My grandfather (James), after playing outside all day in the creeks behind their home, ran through the house tracking mud and dirt, completely soiling his mothers hard work that evening. My grandad said she started yelling at him, so he dashed from the home and high tailed it across the yard toward the woods, where he had built a clubhouse (or just a hangout) for himself. He looked behind him as he ran, and found his mother in hot pursuit.

Into the woods he went, dodging tree after tree and running as fast as his feet could carry him. He looked back once more, only to find his mother still hot on his trail. He said he jumped multiple creeks and small gullies, running and running, waiting for the heavy pattering of feet behind him to stop. He turned around again, still she trailed him, but only this time he claimed she was smiling and grinning as she pursued, not uttering or shouting a single sentence as she chased, and she had gained a considerable distance than when he last looked, as she edged closer and closer.

He said there was something about it that still frightened him after all the years, that he knew something wasn't quiet right. His mother was in no shape to make it through such obstacles. So the smiling and grinning caused him to run even faster, over more gullies, hills, creek beds and zig zagging through trees, as briars and limbs ripped and tore at his clothes and face. Still the heavy stamping of feet behind him continued, sounding closer and closer with each step they took.

Finally, my grandfather couldn't bear it any longer. Out of breath, he stopped and twisted around expecting his mother (or who ever it might have been) to be on top of him. But instead, he found nothing. Just the strange silence of the forest, the wind through the trees, fluttering of falling leaves and a peaceful sound of running water.

After hiking back to his home, expecting the beating of his life, he found his mother working in the kitchen. She quickly scolded him for the mess he had left her with, which he said was mostly re-cleaned. He noticed her white dress had not a single stain or tear. He then asked her how she kept up with him so well. He said she had a blank look, and replied, "son I never left the house".

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OK. First of all I love the way you tell a story! True or not..it doesn't matter to me, but I would be willing to believe every word of it! It is so descriptive and rich in detail it is very easy for me to visualize it...almost like a movie running through my mind! You have a rare gift, my friend, and I can't wait for your next post! :tsu:

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Ha thanks, but I can't think of many more. The house and this one are the main paranormal things for me, unless of course I'm forgetting something.

But my grandpa told it better, trust me. Cheers!

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Wether it be true or not, that was a really great story! Being that he was aroung 10, I imagine he had a pretty active imagination, plus fear is a pretty powerfull thing. I remember when I was younger, my parents seemed so big and so scary in comparisson to how I see them now. But you never know :P

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Yes Lenore! When you are young, and small the BIG world can be quite intimidating! As a child I had a very active imagination! The only problem, is I never grew out of it! :P

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That was scary. Thanks for posting that interesting story and I agree with Kari that you write lovely too.

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Thanks, and I would agree, children have a very active imagination.

I remember waking up one night to get a drink, I was no more than 6 or 7. I came down the hallway and entered the living room, which was connected to our kitchen. In the kitchen doorway was a 'green' free floating apparition.

It had the color of 'Slimer' in the Ghost Busters movie, and the face of Ronald McDonald. Curly hair, a big smile and it was sorta dancing.

I then returned to my room and put on my Viking helmet, grabbed my shield and he-man sword, and went back to confront this ghastly, but ridiculously jolly green spirit. Needless to say, it must have been terrified of me because it had vanished.

After waking my grandma, she shook a towel through the kitchen claiming it to ward off spirits. I believed it. I have never forgotten that incident, but I realize it was my imagination.

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I wanted to share a story told to me by my grandfather. Born 1922, died 2004. Rip.

My grandfather had an interesting story, and this is the perfect place for me to document it, as well as share it with others. I imagine all of our grandparents would share these types of stories, but this was a story like no other I had heard him tell. Whether it's true, I have no idea. But I can tell you with a certainty, that my grandfather believed it to be true and not his imagination.

It begins when he was 10 or 11 years old in 1932 or 33. They lived in a wooded area, and back then he said there were only dirt roads in his county, with large swaths of forests. They lived in a small but comfortable home in the south eastern US. Close to where I live now, actually.

His mother (Birdie) had just finished mopping and waxing their floors. My grandfather (James), after playing outside all day in the creeks behind their home, ran through the house tracking mud and dirt, completely soiling his mothers hard work that evening. My grandad said she started yelling at him, so he dashed from the home and high tailed it across the yard toward the woods, where he had built a clubhouse (or just a hangout) for himself. He looked behind him as he ran, and found his mother in hot pursuit.

Into the woods he went, dodging tree after tree and running as fast as his feet could carry him. He looked back once more, only to find his mother still hot on his trail. He said he jumped multiple creeks and small gullies, running and running, waiting for the heavy pattering of feet behind him to stop. He turned around again, still she trailed him, but only this time he claimed she was smiling and grinning as she pursued, not uttering or shouting a single sentence as she chased, and she had gained a considerable distance than when he last looked, as she edged closer and closer.

He said there was something about it that still frightened him after all the years, that he knew something wasn't quiet right. His mother was in no shape to make it through such obstacles. So the smiling and grinning caused him to run even faster, over more gullies, hills, creek beds and zig zagging through trees, as briars and limbs ripped and tore at his clothes and face. Still the heavy stamping of feet behind him continued, sounding closer and closer with each step they took.

Finally, my grandfather couldn't bear it any longer. Out of breath, he stopped and twisted around expecting his mother (or who ever it might have been) to be on top of him. But instead, he found nothing. Just the strange silence of the forest, the wind through the trees, fluttering of falling leaves and a peaceful sound of running water.

After hiking back to his home, expecting the beating of his life, he found his mother working in the kitchen. She quickly scolded him for the mess he had left her with, which he said was mostly re-cleaned. He noticed her white dress had not a single stain or tear. He then asked her how she kept up with him so well. He said she had a blank look, and replied, "son I never left the house".

It sounds quite a bit like what my son saw me doing when he was messing with the goats. I'll bet you anything your great grandmother was very tired from cleaning when her double chased your grandfather through the woods: http://www.unexplained-mysteries.com/forum/index.php?showtopic=232445&st=0 (read fourth incident in the OP)

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It sounds quite a bit like what my son saw me doing when he was messing with the goats. I'll bet you anything your great grandmother was very tired from cleaning when her double chased your grandfather through the woods: http://www.unexplained-mysteries.com/forum/index.php?showtopic=232445&st=0 (read fourth incident in the OP)

I read all 8 of them and much of the thread. Interesting read my friend and thanks. Not sure what to think about 'dopplegangers', as i have never see one before. But they were wonderful stories.

Unrelated, but I see the 'astral projection' reference under your name. I practice "Lucid Dreaming" regularly and (not to brag), have became quiet talented at it. It's a wonderful experience and I would urge all to take up the hobby.

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Thanks, and I would agree, children have a very active imagination.

I remember waking up one night to get a drink, I was no more than 6 or 7. I came down the hallway and entered the living room, which was connected to our kitchen. In the kitchen doorway was a 'green' free floating apparition.

It had the color of 'Slimer' in the Ghost Busters movie, and the face of Ronald McDonald. Curly hair, a big smile and it was sorta dancing.

I then returned to my room and put on my Viking helmet, grabbed my shield and he-man sword, and went back to confront this ghastly, but ridiculously jolly green spirit. Needless to say, it must have been terrified of me because it had vanished.

After waking my grandma, she shook a towel through the kitchen claiming it to ward off spirits. I believed it. I have never forgotten that incident, but I realize it was my imagination.

Ha, I like that your response was to arm for battle and bring the bugger down. I approve your warrior's heart. Thanks for the stories, these were great.

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