While many do believe in some sort of life after death, not many have seen proof of this. When you grow up in a city with as much history as Charleston, South Carolina you hear countless stories of spooks and spirits. I never really believed any of it, just figured it was just a tourist gimmick, but seeing is believing. When I was around 13 years old, I saw something that can only be described as a ghost.

I was spending the night with my great-grandmother who has a very old house that’s been passed from generation to generation. When I was a child, I was terrified of the dark and had trouble falling asleep every night. On this particular night, I had a terrible fever from a concussion. I had fallen out of the tree earlier in the day and had been in and out all night.

I was sound asleep and suddenly awoke for seemingly no reason. I glanced around the room and saw a lady standing in the corner. At first, I thought it was just my grandmother and called to her. When she didn’t respond I sat up and looked at her more closely. I realized that even though the she looked a lot like my grandma, this lady was younger. This was basically my worst fear realized and surprisingly, I was completely unafraid. I’m not sure if it was because of the pounding in my head, the fever, or because I was half asleep, but I felt completely calm and at ease. I asked her who she was, but she never said anything. She just smiled at me and stood there until I fell asleep. When I was drifting out of consciousness, I thought I felt someone push the hair out of my face, but I can’t be sure.

When I awoke the next day, I wasn’t sure if it had been a dream or just a hallucination because of my fever. I told my grandmother about it and at first, she said it was just my mind playing tricks on me. Then, I started describing the woman to her. I told her she was tall and very pretty, she wore her hair back in a bun, and had eyes that looked kind. And I told her the lady looked a lot like her. She had tears in her eyes by the time I’d finished. I just thought she was thinking I’d lost my mind, but then she went into a bedroom for a few minutes and came back out with a very old picture. It was cracked and in black and white, but I immediately recognized the woman. She told me that it was her mother, my great-great-grandmother and had died when my grandfather was just a child.

I had never seen this picture before and had only heard stories my grandma had told me about how kind her mother was and how much she missed her. I never saw her again and I’m still not sure why I saw her then. Maybe she just wanted to make sure I was well or maybe it was the fever. I know I’ll never know why, but I’m grateful I got the chance to meet her, at least in a sense.

Wow. I was about to say before finishing Was it a dream? You had concussion so obviously you imagined it. But that is quite weird! Considering you had never seen the picture before or anything. I have many people in my family tell me stories like this, people that would never lie as well, so unless everyone who ever witnessed something in the world is wrong which I very much doubt! Who knows what is after life?

This is what is so typical and so frustrating of experiences like this. The unknowing. It may well have been an effect of your concussion, and just as likely it may well have been your great-great-grandmother. It may have been a resonance effect of the lifeforce of your great-great-grandmother on the material in the room, like an echo; and just as likely it may have been her true lifeforce.

I think that here the most important thing, is to believe your gut feeling.

AJ

My grandmother had my own mother late in her life, my mother was very young when she died, about when my mums was three. For some reason there was no adult pictures of her, which was strange, because my grandfather was a soldier in world war two, and pictures were'nt that uncommon, just black and white.

She had died long before i myself was born, yet i have memory's of her, a boyish pretty looking woman, with three toned blonde hair. I have memory's of her being young adult, and older{what i called the crone look} The only pic's mums has of her, was when she was a young child, and except for the dress, she looked like a young nordic boy with white blonde hair, and blue eye's.

My memory's of her come from what i'll just call experiance's, of which i have had many, of which she was both protector, and persicuter, because of my own real true self. And why there were never any adult pic's of her for me to see, i would have reconized her right off, from experiance's i had had when i was very young, and what's been happening to me until recently, did'nt want me to know, because i hate her very much for the thing's she said she had to do. And when even in my misery she had been causing, i had told her i loved her, she just kept kicking me harder, telling me not to, and to wake up.

I believe your story, and i know that some do look after the little one's from their family line's, even after they die. I am curious, and this is'nt motivated from racism, but do you come from fairskinned and haired, and eyed folk? or even if your hair is brown, you are caucausion? Many desendant's of Atlantis have just the sort of experiance's were talking about here.

Why the religious tried to wipe out/mix our bloodlines during their purge, why so many had been displaced from former lands.

Anyway, i am interested in these thing's, thanks for writing your post.

Thx for all. Its my first articles.

Wow. Sounds like her mother sticks around to be watchful.

This goes to show getting concussions are good Sometimes spirits work in mysterious ways...

A heartwarming story there. Thanks for sharing that.. :}

I cried a little after reading. LOL