Messages from the afterlife can be difficult to believe in considering most people have a hard time responding to simple text messages. However, messages from the grave sometimes bypass that line between life and death to relay their contents. The stories here, all told by people who received messages from beyond the grave, get creepy, but they make you realize the possibility of communicating with ghosts.

For some of these storytellers, their contact with the other side gave them newfound hope and belief in potentially seeing their loved ones again. On Reddit, dozens of stories exist from people who received messages from the dead, both loved ones and unknown. Whether through phone calls, answering machines, or even in dreams, each message send chills down your spine.  

"My aunt passed away from various illnesses she had been battling all her life. She was in her 50s and both her parents out lived her. So one morning about 7 AM my Grandma (aunt's mother) gets a phone call. The caller ID said it was my aunt calling. When she was alive, that was the normal time for her to call almost every day. My Grandma answered and could only hear static, but she stayed on the line repeating her daughter's name until the call was disconnected on the other side."

"I had a message left on a 1990ish answering machine that I very strongly suspect was left by my deceased father.

Okay, here's the event. I'm leaving out a lot of details because it would make me easily identifiable to anyone who knew me during these events. In 2005, my 79-year-old dad was diagnosed with a terminal illness. He lived in the town I grew up in, about 140 miles from where I live now, but not in the house I grew up in. My mom died in 1999, he remarried, and moved into his new wife's house.

As they get towards the end of life, they're really helpless. My stepmother, being three years older than my dad, absolutely could not care for him when he got to this stage. We knew that was coming, so I arranged to take a leave of absence in the fall of 2006 when he started having difficulty caring for himself. I moved back into the old house I grew up in, cleaned it up, aired it out, and I moved dad in and cared for him until he died in the house around the end of that year.

Gathering myself together, mentally and physically, I returned back to the office following the New Year's holiday. In February of that year, two months after he passed on, I finally made partner with the law firm after being there close to a decade. I know my dad would have been very proud and I expressed to family, friends, and folks at the office several times that I wished he'd been alive to see this.

Having inherited the old home place and the land that accompanied it, I ended up going up there every two weeks during the summers to cut the grass.

Many months went by, perhaps a year, and I'd well given up wondering if dad would contact me. Nothing at all happened in the house. I came in one Friday night and, as was not uncommon, there were messages on the old answering machine. Usually, they were just robo-calls from a politician or recorded marketing pitches. I went through them, erasing them as I went, until I got to a very peculiar one.

It was very garbled sounding. You could tell it was a man's voice, but it sounded like the voice itself was static. Trying to spell it out phonetically and breaking it syllabically, the voice is saying, 'wa hu uh rah- u-lay you ah... May-hee pah-ah.' There is another voice in the background saying two words: 'yeah, yeah.' Yes, it sounded like one of those EVP recordings (I will never try to make one of those). If this was a spirit voice, my super intelligent wife and I believe it was saying 'want to [con]gratulate you on making partner.' We are convinced that is what the voice is trying to say. If it wasn't a spirit voice, it was a horrible, horrible connection - not even a voice box for people with tracheotomies is that garbled sounding (and it didn't have that droning sound either) - it really didn't sound like what I associate with a bad connection in that the message wasn't broken up as if the call was dropping out."

From Waitsthegreat

"My mom passed away on a Tuesday. On Wednesday, I was home alone when phone rang. When I picked up phone, I distinctly heard my mom's voice saying, 'Lo? Lo?' I said 'Mom?' Then, they disconnected.

Lo is a nickname that my mom used for me. She was the only person who called me that. And it was very definitely her NY accent, her timbre, her voice.

There were other phenomena in the two weeks following. Items related to my mom, flew across the room twice. One of those, a bracelet, happened in front of two people."

From Agua61 

"When my grandfather passed away my mother and I just moved into our new home. Within a week of his passing I had a dream that the phone rings and its him on the other line. He says 'Hey Heather, do you know who this is?' I didn't know what to say because it sounded like him but I knew in my dream that he passed away. He just laughs and says 'I don't have much time. Can I speak to your mom?' And I say 'Of course' and run into the room to give my mom the phone but I dropped it and it got disconnected.

The next day I tell my mom about it and she gets a serious look and tells me that he called her in her dream and said 'I don't have much time. I need you to turn off Heather's heater.' She wakes up goes into my room and the heater is shooting flames out of it.

The heater was an old plug in one that was his and I used it every night. Pointing it at my bed when I went to sleep. Not sure if this is even glitch worthy but its a sacred story from my family and it give me the chills the few times I tell people."

From summerfield85 

"My grandfather passed last February while I was about six months pregnant. About two months later I was worried about my baby because he had stopped moving. It was an incredibly stressful day. I fell asleep and had a dream that my grandpa walked into my living room, gave me a big hug and said everything was fine and that I needed to stop scaring myself. Went to the doctor the next day and sure enough, baby was fine just running out of room to move.

Also, a few days after I had my son, I had a dream that he was standing by my back door and said he couldn't stay long he 'has to get back,' but wanted to say he loved me and was proud of my son.

It's nice to have some validation for this. There's no way it was just a dream."

From Doogans 

Her Voice Was Scared And She Said, "Please Help Me"

"I lost my sister this February to 'suicide.' I put that in quotation marks, because I still do not believe it was a suicide for the fact she left no explanation for anybody, and more so didn't tell me anything before it (being a year apart in age we were extremely close).

Now to the event this morning that has me extremely rattled and upset. I was asleep in my bed with my girlfriend when I was waken by my phone ringing (It woke her up too, this is how I know it wasn't me dreaming). It was 3:37 AM. I know this because when it rang I looked at the screen to see what number was calling me and saw the time. It was a private number (unknown number). Usually I will not answer private number calls, but being half asleep and guessing it was probably a drunk friend ringing to be picked up from somewhere I answered.

I said 'Hello,' and all I could hear was this muffled kinda static sounds, No one replied so again I said 'Hello.' No response, so I thought it was probably just a prank call, and was about to hang up when I heard my name. It was clear as day and sounded 100% like my sister. I kinda froze and started to panic said her name a few times pretty much pleading it to be her.

Then all I heard was 'I'm sorry. I love you. Please help me.' The last bit is what has made me really upset and uneasy. I asked where she was then I heard a really really loud screeching sound then it went back to the dial tone. When it hung up I turned to my girlfriend she said my face was pale white, she asked why I was saying my sister's name and what was wrong and it's then that I had a complete meltdown and cried harder then I ever had. I didn't go back to sleep. I just sat up with my phone in my hand waiting. Today even I took the day off work and I have just been sitting with my phone."

From Kelseykiwi 

"Six years or so ago a customer came in with a Samsung A707 (an old red flip phone). She looked shaken up. I worked at At&T at the time, and was used to people being pissed off or upset. The first thing this gal told me was that I was going to think she was crazy. I worked at an inner city cell phone store where the strange and the odd often frequented. This woman didn't strike me as unstable. In fact, she reminded me of my aunt.

She told me that she worked in a funeral home. That this phone was her personal phone and that she didn't use it all that often. She told me several days before that point she had received a call from a gentlemen needing to use the funeral homes services. After the call she went about the day business as usual. When she was leaving she received a phone call on her cell. The name on the screen said 'Emily.'

This didn't seem strange to me. The lady continued telling me how she only had a few names saved in her address book. She didn't recall and Emily being saved in it. For those who don't know in order for a name to pop up on an incoming call, the name would have to be saved in the address book.

This is when the women really started looking disconcerted. She tossed the phone on the counter which shook me out of my lulled state. She started getting a little loud and said that any person that calls her now, the phone numbers caller ID says 'Emily.'

She said even numbers that weren't saved. I confirmed this by calling from my own cell phone and then from our store phone, 'Emily' came up for both. I also checked the address book to make sure my co-workers weren't messing with me. Nope just three numbers, none labeled 'Emily.' I checked the additional information to see if the name 'Emily' was in any of them. Nothing.

I was a little perplexed, but I didn't then and still don't know much about software, just that bugs could happen. Never on a basic phone like that, but that was the only thing I could think of. I told the lady of my thought process. She said something along the lines of 'Yes, that makes sense.' Why the name Emily? 'That was the name of the recently deceased. The man that called - the one I told you about, was calling for a person named Emily.'

Her saying this sent a tingle up my spine. It didn't and doesn't make any sense. Trying to think of something logical I made sure to ask whether the incoming call was on her cell. She said the call was for the funeral home and was made to the office phone there.

I had a warranty phone sent to her and never heard anything more."

From needsanswersnows 

"When I was 16 my parents sent me away to a private boarding school for troubled teens. It was a life-changing experience for me. Mostly because I was able to grow emotionally during my three years at the school, it was really what I needed to help better my life. I owe a lot of that to the amazing staff at the school, they were all so dedicated and caring. Two of them in particular really impacted my life. Tanya and Tim were married. They were incredible people, kind and amazingly compassionate. They had both struggled in their pasts with some of the same issues as me and it helped me put things into perspective in my life and see where I wanted to go. I was very connected to the two of them.

I graduated in 2009 and that next fall when I was off at college I got a phone call from one of the current students at the boarding school. She told me that Tanya was sick. She had been in remission for cancer during the end of my time at the school but I thought she had gotten better, I thought she was going to make it. But she wasn't. The cancer had returned and she had lost her will to fight; she was in her final days. That was why they wanted to get in touch with the former students, they wanted us to say our goodbyes.

I called Tanya's phone right away. No answer so I left a message, awkwardly trying to tell her I wanted to say hello but not trying to discuss the fact that she was dying. I hung up and got a text a few minutes later. It was a twp part text, before I had an iPhone and often texts that were too long would be sent in two parts.

(1/2) 'Hi Grace, it's Tim. Tanya is resting right now, she's not feeling well these days. But send her an email because I read them to her every day and she would love to hear from you...' (2/2) 'She actually just woke up, I told her you called and she was so excited, she sends you her love and she hopes you're doing well.'

Tanya never got to read my email because she passed away that next night. I spoke to Tim a few days later and he was a mess. I saw him a few weeks later when he came to visit me at my college. He was visiting all the people that were close to Tanya, making his way around the country. He told me that before Tanya passed away she had said that she was going to become an angel and play tricks on all her friends. Tim laughed as he told me. He admitted that he had experienced a few things that made him feel she was still close by. It helped him cope with everything at the time.

About a year later it was Thanksgiving morning of 2010 and I was sleeping at my parents' house. I was awoken by the sound of a text. I rolled over and looked at my phone and suddenly my heart skipped a beat and I shot up in bed. There it was, right in front of me, part two of the text I had gotten almost a year before, 'She actually just woke up, I told her you called and she was so excited, she sends you her love and she hopes you're doing well.' But the only difference was that I didn't recognize the number, it was a local area code but I knew it wasn't Tanya's number because I still had her saved in my phone. I called Tim a little while later, I asked him if he knew who the number belonged to.

After I read him the number he was understandably confused. You see, it belonged to a man named Joe. Joe was how Tim and Tanya originally met. He is a mentally and physically handicapped man that both Tim and Tanya spent time as a caretaker for. Joe is confined to a wheelchair, has a low IQ, and needs help to complete most of his daily tasks. And the number was his, but that didn't make much sense. Joe cannot send texts or receive texts with his phone. He has a phone that remains clipped to the side of his belt and he has three numbers saved in speed dial, which are his caretakers and 911. Tim had to teach Joe how to press the right buttons to call the numbers in case of an emergency. There was no way that Joe could have texted me, let alone the exact text that I had gotten a year before. The phone doesn't send texts, and Joe cannot read or write. Since Tim was still a caretaker for Joe at that time he checked on it for me, and later that day told me that there was nothing in the phone to indicate that someone had texted me from it.

Tim and I never figured out how I got that text from Joe's number. I still don't have a logical explanation for the text I received that day. I was always okay with that though, because to me it felt as if that text was Tanya's way of saying goodbye."

From americanrootpaste

"My best friend took his life in 2013. I started getting 'signs' from him all the time. His favorite songs on the radio (obscure songs that wouldn't be played normally), things in the house, etc. He used to put pennies on heads in the corners of his room as a silly good-luck thing. I started finding pennies on heads in the corners of my room. I had a really hard time with his passing and went to a therapist who referred me to a medium.

He said my friend had come through to speak to me. I knew it was my friend coming through because the medium told me things about him that no one could know or research, including very private things about how he was found, etc. He told me that he loved me and would be around for me and help me with my struggles. The medium told me that he plays songs on the radio for me, which I noticed before I even went to the medium! The medium even said that my friend knows I have noticed the things he does for me. I fully believe that he is around. I can feel him."

From TheHallsofTara

"I was trying to get a hold of my mother. I called her cell and it picked up after the first ring. At first it just sounds like static. I kept saying hello expecting s reply, but there was nothing. After a few hellos I realized it sounded like someone whispering. I said hello again, waiting for a reply thinking it was the radio in her car, still no reply. The whispering got louder. It sounded like a woman whispering 'Help me' repeatedly. 

This freaked me out. I thought maybe they got in an accident and my mom was pinned or badly hurt and couldn't speak. So I am freaking out. I hung up and kept calling back. A few calls later my mom answered. She swore she never picked up because she had no service until that point. I am still a little spooked."

From Iwant2believe__

"My family has always been big into the paranormal and they all have their own personal experiences with ghosts and things they couldn't explain. I always believed in ghosts even though I never had a personal encounter with one. That was until one faithful night when I was awoken by my cell phone.

The story I am about to share with you happened about seven or eight years ago when I was a sophomore in high school. My parents had recently gone through a divorce and I was living with my dad at the time and my mom worked the night shift at a casino as a drink girl just to make ends meet. It was the middle of the night on a school night when I awoke to my cell phone going off. I looked at the caller ID to see who would be calling me that late and it said 'Caller Unknown.' I picked up the phone anyway and what I heard on the other end haunts me to this day.

'Hello?' I said. I heard what sounded like wind on the other end, as if someone were running. I said hello a few more times before I heard a woman screaming my name, pleading for me to help her. She kept giving off a blood curdling scream followed by 'BEN! BEN, HELP ME! BEN, HELP ME!' The wind coming through the receiver was so loud it almost drowned out the woman. My first thought was that my mom was getting attacked after getting off her shift. I screamed back hysterical, 'MOM! MOM!' and she replied with the same panicked and desperate cry for help. This continued for what felt like three minutes and then the call ended.

I ran upstairs in tears to wake up my dad and tell him about what just happened and that I think mom is in danger. I don't how he calmed me down but he did and managed to convince me to go back to bed and that he would try and get ahold of my mom. The next morning I woke up hoping that I was just having a terrible nightmare and I just my phones call log and the 'Caller Unknown' was still logged. I checked to see exactly how long I was on the phone for and it said eight minutes which was weird cause it didn't feel nearly that long. At school that day I asked all my friends if they prank called me last night and none of them owned up to it and I believed them because who would prank call someone at 3 AM on a school night?

Thankful I found out that my mom was perfectly fine and was not being attacked the night before, but what my dad told me the next night as I was getting ready for bed is what really sent chills down my spine. Turns out that my great grandma had passed away that same night about an hour before I got the phone call."

From jubylove

"In 2004, my grandmother passed away. We knew her time was short and were on our way to visit her that day. We spoke to her on the phone telling her we were on our way, but the trip would take three hours.

With an hour left to see her, she fell asleep and then passed away peacefully. My mind and emotions went to war with my heart, I wasn't at peace. No! This could not have happened. How did this happen? How could she do this to us! How could she do this to me! I just called her four hours earlier telling her we were on our way! Please, this is a joke! Maybe she is still just sleeping. No, she is on a slab now, she is dead. Why? Why?

I went into depression, I went into mourning. One month passed and I couldn't stop crying. I kept crying and I couldn't stop. After four months, I gave up and acknowledged my grandmother was dead. I accepted I didn't get to tell her what I felt and I did not get to tell her I loved her and just couldn't let go so I prayed for release.

I got on my knees, 'God, I ask you to relay this message to my grandmother. I am sorry. I am sorry I never got to say good-bye, I am sorry I did not get to tell you how much I loved you and how much you mean to me. I will see you soon when I am old and fall asleep to death, but right now I need you to know I miss you and you are my greatest treasure. Thanks God, Amen.' I went to sleep.

I awoke to a sound; the sun was bright in my room as rays of the morning illuminated my bed. 'Carnasis.' It was unmistakable I begin to cry one last time. 'Carnasis, wake up.' I look over at the edge of my bed, and see my grandmother. She was just as I remember her but was not 84-years-old, but more like 30. Her once white hair was a beautiful dark blonde, and her touch didn't change as she sat stroking my face. She bends down and gives me a kiss on the cheek and smiles. I sat up with tears of joy streaming down my face.

'Grandma!' She takes two steps back so I could see her and nods. 'I love you always.' She smiles and then walks through the wall out of sight! I stand up with a flush of warmth as the feeling of mourning disappears and is replaced with joy and love. I ran to my phone to call my mother. 'Mom!' 'I know," she says, my mind boggled I didn't get to tell her what I saw, 'We felt grandma's presence this morning as well.' We both laugh, something we both thought was impossible happened."

From WeGetItRonYoureAGuy

"Back in the late 1980s I was attending university in Cookeville, TN on I-40 between Knoxville and Nashville. Late one night I called home to my family near Chattanooga. After a few seconds I realized that the line was not ringing and almost hung up, but then I thought I heard my mother say my name.

The voice was very quiet and there was a lot of static, but I could definitely hear a woman talking. The voice was joined by that of another woman. I listened very carefully and decided neither voice belonged to my mother, but kept listening because I was sure I heard my name mentioned from time to time.

Suddenly, as if a switch was flipped, I could hear both voices as clear as any normal phone call. They were talking about generic family stuff, not at all interesting except they used my name now and then. I finally worked up the nerve to say hello and ask what was going on.

'I'm hearing the voices again,' one of them said.

'Is it the girls?' the other asked.

'No, it's a man this time.'

'What does he want?'

'He says he was calling home and suddenly we were on the line.'

'Tell him to go haunt someone else!'

It turned out that one woman was near Nashville and couldn't hear me. The other was near Knoxville and could. She had also recently been hearing other people, including some very nasty young women who kept telling her to kill herself. She had about convinced herself that her house was haunted, as the phone would sometimes ring with no one on the line when she answered, and she would hear 'ghostly voices' during regular phone calls. The Nashville woman was convinced that I was up to no good and kept telling me to get off the line. She'd apparently been giving Knoxville a hard time about her 'haunting.'

I ignored Nashville and talked with Knoxville for a while. I confirmed my suspicion that she lived in a rural area in an old house with old phone wiring. I recommended she call the phone company which back then owned the phones and the household wiring. I told her to let them know she was getting crosstalk from other calls and that they would get her a new phone and possibly re-wire her house for her.

The only explanation I could come up with as to how I was talking to her was that her call from Knoxville to Nashville was probably running through my town and there was probably a mix up at the local switching station. I chatted with Knoxville for a bit longer, Nashville kept telling her not to trust me as I was obviously up to something, and we ended the call. My next attempt to call home went through just fine.

Oh, one of the women had a brother with a name very similar to mine. That's what I'd been hearing when I thought they were talking to/about me. As it happened, I was attending a class with a guy who worked for the local office of the phone company. I told him the story. He agreed that Knoxville needed to have her wiring checked. He did not agree with my suggestion that my long distance call could be crossed with another that happened to be passing through town. He spent several minutes telling me it was impossible. Then in the next breath he told me that mine was not the first story he had heard like this and he would be sure to pass it along to the proper people at work."

From DrCarnasis

"My grandfather died a few months ago and the day he died I visited him a final time as it was certain he wouldn't live much longer. The relationship between him and my mother had been very strained in past years, so it was the second or third time I saw him in about eight years.

The day after he died, my mother tried to call my dad at some point, who was out driving to a grocery store. When she tried to call my dad, she only heard music on her cellphone. She let me listen to it too. It was definitely old music, about '40s or '50s, a bit reminiscent of Fallout music if anyone played those games. A woman was singing in English (I'm from Belgium) but it sounded a bit gritty as if being played from a record. Now, my grandfather was a youngster during the '50s (he was born in the late '20s) and I know his old record player was an object of importance to him. I didn't recognize the music and neither did my mom. I gave the phone back to her after listening for about 10 seconds, she hung up and tried to call my dad again, this time successfully.

We never had a similar problem with our cellphones before and we both saw on the cellphone's screen my dad's number was being called. What do you guys think? A technical error is most likely, in my opinion, but the fact that it never happened before, the weird choice of music and the day it happened on gives me doubts."

From troycheek

My mother received a voicemail this morning at around 11:30 AM. Here is some background information: My grandmother lives alone in an old house that my mother and her two sisters grew up in. When they were children the house was supposedly haunted by spirits. My mother was haunted by a voice that would call her name 'Judy' from the bathroom, while her sister Gina would speak in tongues at times. It got to the point where they had a priest come in and cleanse the house. Other than a few odd occurrences there was nothing too major, and it happened so long ago that it doesn't concern my family anymore.

So today my mother calls me and asks if I pranked her by leaving her a creepy voicemail. I explain to her that I didn't, and ask who was the last person to call her. She had two missed calls from my grandmother before the message. When I finally made it to my mother's house to listen to the message, I found that it did indeed come from my grandmother's house. We called my grandmother and she told us that she did not leave any message, and my mother even went over her house during the day to ask her about the message and she was told that there was no way she left a message on her phone.

The message was not static-y but seemed more glitch-y, but there is a dominant low voice that seems to say my mother's name slowly: 'Juuuuddyy.' It's 50 seconds long and repeats. I brought my friends over because they love the supernatural and to help my mother as she is extremely religious and emotional. I figured out how to send the message to my own phone and then uploaded it to my computer where I have some software that can enhance the sound clips. Every time I listen to it I get shivers down my back."

From Nikodeimos

"For years I have been fascinated by the paranormal and everything unexplained. Although I try to find the logic and explanations for all situations, I thoroughly enjoy exploring the unknown and keeping an open mind. Before this event, I only had one experience with the paranormal, but I attempt to reason with that experience since it could have been tampered. This event, on the other hand, I still can't quite explain it.

About six years ago, my older brother was visiting from college and we just got take-out for the night since my parents were going out for the evening. We got our food and we were sitting at the dinner table. Everything was quiet in the house as we started eating. At the time, our two Dachshunds were underneath the table and were unusually quiet (they are insane barkers and will bark at anything that makes a sound or moves).

About three or so minutes into our meal, I hear someone whispering my nickname into my ear. At first I thought that my brother was calling me but when I looked up at him, he was concentrating on his meal and it didn't seem to me that he heard it. It was odd since whoever was calling me was using my nickname and my brother never called me by my nickname (during that time only my friends and classmates called me it). I decided that it was just all in my head and didn't mention it to him.

About 30 seconds later, I see my brother's head pop up from his plate and he looks at me with a confused look on his face. He asks me if I heard it. I say no to see if what he heard was the same thing as me. He verifies that someone whispered my nickname into his ear. I tell him that I might have heard it a few seconds before but I thought it was him. He responded that he didn't call me. The two of us look at each other, thinking that maybe a phone or something electronic was producing the sound. We got up and searched all around the house but not a single electronic was on or producing sound. We even checked our dogs to see if they were making any sound (not that we thought our dogs were calling for me but we honestly just wanted to rule everything out). They were both fast asleep under the table and weren't making any noticeable sounds.

We sat back down and laughed, believing that we were both going crazy. It falls silent again and we begin to eat. My brother was talking to me when I hear the voice again. This time it was getting louder in my ear and I can remember that it was a masculine voice. It had an urgent quality to it, like if I didn't listen to it that something bad might occur. Instead of worrying my brother or making a scene, I continued to eat and try to block out the voice while simultaneously listening to my brother's story. Within a few seconds, I don't hear the voice anymore. In between my brother taking bites and talking with me, my brother quickly stands up and yells, 'Who is that?! What do you want?!' Silence.

I asked my brother what he heard. He says that the voice called for me again (my nickname) and it started getting louder and louder, right in his ear. He was trying to ignore it until it became too loud. He also described what the voice sounded like and it matched perfectly to what I had experienced. For quite some time, I was questioning him if he was pulling a prank on me because he tends to do that but he looked as frightened, serious, and puzzled as I was.

To this day, the two of us still don't know what happened. After my brother called the voice out, it didn't happen again. It was a really strange phenomena and we talk about it every so often, trying our best to reason through it. To our knowledge, there is no one who died on our property or in our house so we have no idea what might have triggered this. Perhaps it was psychological but it is still one of the weirdest things that I have ever experienced."

From midwayer

"This has some complicated rules but I'll try to do this right. This event happened to myself. First I think I should say I do believe in ghosts , etc. It was a normal night, my husband and I were asleep in bed when something made me wake up. I opened my eyes and immediately saw my dead Uncle M standing by my husband's bed staring down intently at him. He was dressed as he normally had been in his latter years: a plaid flannel shirt and a pair of everyday pants. His two hands were folded in front of him hanging down.

All he was doing was staring very intently down at my husband. He didn't glance left or right. Well, I was shocked and scared and just lay there rigid. I closed my eyes in fear and opened them again. He was still there. I did the same again and when I opened my eyes and peeked around the quilt I hid under, he was gone.

The next day I thought to myself 'Well what was that all about?' That afternoon I received a call from my aunt's (my Uncle M's sister) friend. She told me my aunt was in the hospital. She'd fallen during the night due to a previous stroke and couldn't pull herself to the phone. She had lain there calling out and praying and begging all the saints and God and all her deceased relatives to help her somehow and nobody helped her. Nobody helped her until her friend came in in the morning, as was her habit now, and found her on the floor where she'd wet herself and was a mess.

I found this out from T, her friend, as we walked along the hospital corridor to her room where my aunt told me the same thing. At that point I told her about the visitation I'd had the night before and that she had been heard but I was so scared I didn't understand. Uncle M wastrying to wake my husband because I certainly couldn't have done it on my own. I found out later that she interpreted as it being a sign that my husband was going to die. You can't please the Irish sometimes. She had reason to think this though from a previous brother's death and the visitations that occurred around that one. But my husband is fine and my Aunt M lived on for another seven years."

From Marlinchen26