I wonder who she was? Clearly she liked to take stock of anyone who came to stay in "her" house. Her temper tantrum- throwing your things across the room- is remarkable. She must have been listening in on the conversation.
Things happen in this house. I don't think it's haunted, but I think spirits pass through. Ailz, who is a little bit psychic, is aware of presences sometimes and our friend Carl- who definitely is- has seen them. He saw a man in a trilby hat in the hallway once. And we have the occasional electrical anomalies. The day before yesterday our satellite navigation system, which was sitting on the mantlepiece, turned itself on- twice.
I don't know who she was. But the house was quite old. It had been in the family for a while as it belonged to my boyfriend's grandmother before it had belonged to his parents.
I recall now that he was freaked out because she had never been spotted in his bedroom before. Usually she walked up and down the hallway and glared out the front door's window at passersby on occasion.
I was very shocked that she could reach all the way from Tennesee to minnesota. I felt I was safe in my own house tweaking her--I learned I was not.
She never hurt me, just tossed my stuff around.
That was the last i've heard from her. I would be interested in knowing if anyone has had encounters with her since...but i've long ago lost contact with that boyfriend.
Ghosts hardly ever do any physical damage to people. That's why the Most Haunted schtick about ghosts being "evil" and "dangerous" is so annoying- and why most fictional ghost stories are nonsense.
I get the impression this lady of yours was very possessive of her house- and resented the strangers who had taken it over. Casual visitors would have been particularly irksome to her because, after all, she hadn't invited them.
It's certainly unusual that she was able to act over a distance- but perhaps the telephone connection acted as a link between her space and yours.
In my current house, whatever is in here likes to turn the channel on me right at the end of the program I am watching. That has happened several times and is extremely irritating. One night it just would NOT let me watch Ghost Hunters. the channel would change, i owuld change it back, and immediately, it would change again. Finally I got irritated and turned everything off and went to bed. if I can't watch my program, it can't watch its either! It isn't like there isn't another TV right downstairs in the living room!
I forgot to tell you about the ghost of my cat!
i had a wonderful cat--I loved him soooo much. He came to me in a cardboard box, a little ball of fluff who'd been given to one of my student's by her boyfriend. Her mother told her it had to go, and her mentally handicapped brother kept bringing it to me, asking me to take it. Usually he was carrying it by a leg. Finally, I took it out of pity.
They'd been feeding it only milk, and it had a horrid case of diarrhea that last for some time. That cat and i lived together for nearly 20 years. i called him my "son." He slept in my arms most of the time until i was deeply asleep, then he'd go down and sleep between my knees. i sleep on my stomach, and he would pillow his head in one knee bend and snuggle his butt in the other.
He got very sick when he got older. i kept him alive for a year longer than i should have. the poor thing was nothing but skin and bones and was obviously suffering, but I LOVED him. I didn't want to let him go, and i believe he clung to life for my sake.
Finally, i couldn't stand to see him suffer any more and had him put down. I cried more over that cat than I did over my dad when he passed. You see, I only saw my dad from time to time. He wasn't really a daily part of my life. but my son--well, he was a huge part of every single day. When he was gone there was a giant hole in my life. So, i cried a lot.
I still miss him. i still get a little teary now and then when i htink of him.
Anyhow, a while after he had died, i woke up in the middle of the night feeling the thup-thup-thup vibration of a cat scratching himself with his rear paw between my knees. I lay very still, thinking I was dreaming, but I was AWAKE. I looked at the clock. I lay completely still. I could feel the weight and heat of his body. I could feel him settle in once he was done scratching.
The only thing I felt was joy. My baby was back. He stayed there for a long time--maybe ten minutes. then I just had to look. I raised myself cautiously to peek, and the second I turned my head, he was gone. :(
Some time later, i stayed home from school sick. Now, while he was still alive, whenever I would open the refrigerator door, he would be there, demanding a little snack. I kept tuna in there just for him. He'd twine himself around and around my ankles, mewing for a snack.
Well i was wearing my night gown and robe as i was staying home sick. I felt him brush my ankles and felt his tail catch under my robe and lift it up. It seemed completely normal until i realized, 'he's gone.' it only lasted a few seconds, but i knew it was him.
The last time I heard from my son, I had been staying at my mom's for a while. I can't remember for certain--but it may have been during the six weeks I stayed with her after I had my hysterectomy. I was lying on her bed with her, talking in the early early morning. suddenly we both heard the plaintive mew that my son would make when he was looking for me. It was only one mew--but it was HIS mew. He had never really learned to meow like a proper cat. He made little kitten noises till his dying day.
I called to him, but he made no further response. and though i have dreamed of him several times since then, he hasn't made himself known to me since.
I am hoping that when it is my time to die, he will be my spirit guide to take me to the afterworld. i loved him so much. I believe I loved him exactly as much as i would have loved a child.
he was something special to me.
What a touching story!
My daughter says that one of our cats- one that was particularly fixated on me- is still around. The sad thing is I can't sense her- and so can't acknowledge her presence. I feel bad about it. There she is- so my daughter says- trying to attract my attention- and I remain utterly oblivious.
Maybe you should say her name and pat your lap, inviting her up. Tell her she's a good girl and tell her you love her.
I still miss my boy. I think he really visits me in my dreams--they are so vivid.
I should think he does. I'm sure animals have souls.
That's good advice. I'll take it. :)