This is a long one and yes it really happened. I am now 20 and live in a dorm at New York University, but when I was maybe 16 or 17 something happened that I can't forget. First let me fill you in on the details. When my parents got married they lived in my dad's condo here in NYC, but my mom was a country girl and when her parent's died she wanted to move into their house in the country in upstate New York. It is a beautiful Victorian house in the woods about 5 miles from anyone, and it's gothic. My grandparents loved this house and mom wanted to keep it. So they moved into the house and had 3 kids, one is me of course. Nothing real strange about the house started happening until I was about 16 or 17, and only that one time...so far. I was in my bedroom and my parent's had gone out for their anniversary. My brother wasn't home because he was staying with his best friend, Tod. Tod and him were real close, not in a gay way though. It was just me and my sister, Julianna, at home. It was about 9p.m. Not late, but it was dark. To beat it all it started raining and lightning and the lights started blinking. So Julainna ran to my room and said that she wanted to stay with me. She was pretty young then. I told her it would be okay so I lit some candles and turned the blinking lights off. She calmed down and she helped me study for a music test that I was going to have the next day at school. Then after she had calmed down completely I took her to bed-around 9:45. It was still raining hard. So I kept studying and after I got finished with the music book I decided to try some pieces that my music teacher told us to study. It was very boring, so I started improvising and I made the piano vibrate cause I sometimes get roused up in the music. Then I heard my glass of water, or apple cider or whatever it was, fall. I thought that it fell because of the piano's vibrating, but it was on my nightstand on the other side of the room. I brushed it off. But I had to take the broken glass downstairs to the kitchen garbage. On my way upstairs I saw my sister had gotten out of bed and was in the family room cozed by the fire. She knew not to light the fire by herself, but she told me that she didn't light it, but I knew that we were the only ones in the house. I thought that she was lying, but I said nothing and went back upstairs. Then on my piano stand that holds music I seen the Turkish March by Mozart, I knew it wasn't mine. So I went downstairs and asked Julianna and she said it wasn't hers-I thought she was lying. So I put the fire out and told her to go to bed. She said okay and as she went up the stairs, I went in the kitchen to get some water. Then as I went upstairs again I saw that the music had been taken. I knew it wasn't her this time. When my parents got home I told them about it and mom said that the Turkish March was her dad's, my grandfather's, favorite piece. She thought I was playing a trick on her of course. Then as I was going to my bedroom I looked at our family picture. my grandfather was in it holding a piece of music, I never noticed it before because it was so small. I looked real close and seen the music he was holding was by Mozart. I thought "Oh Brother!" I was kindly scared, but not hysterical. I didn't sleep that much that night. The next day in school I sat near an open window in music class because I was hot- I get hot easily. Before the test the teacher said we could take a few minutes to look over the text. The wind blew and turned my books pages to the chapter about Mozart. Then a few seconds later it turned it to the one about Haydn(a classical composer). The thing about Haydn is that his first name was Joseph, and Joseph was my grandfather's first name. It made me wonder. I kept it to myself, who would have believed it?! So was it a coincidence? Was it just the wind? Was it my sister playing a trick on me? Then, a few days later or so, I remembered that Julianna told me that she didn't turn the fire on the other night when it happened. I asked her who did it, and she said that that never happened that she never went to the family room and that she never left her bedroom after I tucked her in. To this day, I don't like to listen to Mozart that much!
2007-01-27 13:19:03 · 14 answers · asked by Kreutzer 4 in Family & Relationships ➔ Family
I am not schizophreniac because this only occured once and with that it occurs more. I know about mental illnesses becasue my mom is a supervisor of an asylium and my dad is a doctor there. Plus others have noticed things in my house.
2007-01-27 13:20:58 · update #1
I believe you. That was very strange and scary. I would be proud to play Mozart, your Grandfather loved it. I wonder what would of happened if you did play it in the house??? Your Grandfather's spirit wasn't trying to scare you. I think he was suggesting that you actually play the Turkish March. Don't let it scare you away. Practice it. Make him proud. Don't connect it with scary thoughts, it is part of your past. Cool!!
2007-01-27 13:31:10 · answer #1 · answered by looloo1122 5 · 2⤊ 0⤋
First of all you are definately not crazy. We have had super natural sightings in our home and family for years. Any time that you have beings of energy ( humans ) they leave a mark on a place, a person, a time in history. Like all of the sightings at civil war battlefields, haunted houses where people have died, things like that. Just embrace the fact that you have had a connection to your past, and be open to more if they come your way. Sometimes they warn us and scare us but sometimes they just say "hi" and " i am watching over you". It can scare the crap out of you granted, but mostly they are harmless. I believe people can cross over and have peace and i also believe that they never truely leave us. Good luck in your quest and dont be so hard on yourself. It happens to more people than you know, more than will admit it.
2007-01-27 22:12:37 · answer #2 · answered by ? 3 · 1⤊ 0⤋
Personally, I find this interesting. Did anything else happen? I wonder why you are still thinking about four years later. I belive in stuff like that though. But if it bothers you today, still, maybe take some time and really concentrate on your grandfather, and try to find something comforting to make a scary memory alright.
2007-01-27 21:30:20 · answer #3 · answered by taylorvoltaire 2 · 1⤊ 0⤋
i could probably give you good everyday reasons that would explain away a lot of what happened.
but you were there I wasn't and I have had enough strange things happen to take you at your word.
you have no reason to be afraid he was and is your grandfather and was just wanting you to play his favorite piece of music for him.
maybe you should.
2007-01-27 21:33:41 · answer #4 · answered by mark_grvr 3 · 1⤊ 0⤋
I enjoyed your story. Made the hair on the back of my neck stand up. I believe that those type of things are possible. I would've been shaken in my shoes if I were you that night.
2007-01-27 21:50:26 · answer #5 · answered by Anonymous · 1⤊ 0⤋
No. Because it is from your Grandfather.
My wife's grandfather died when she was 4. She was talking to him in his living room two days after he died. My wife's mother found her talking to him. When my wife looked back, he was gone.
Last year my wife's grandmother died. She saw her grandmother reaching out to her from the ceiling in our house one night. 1 week after she died.
Death is only passing from one dimension into another. Your grandfather is saying goodby to you.
2007-01-27 21:50:59 · answer #6 · answered by Anonymous · 1⤊ 0⤋
omg i'm freaked out just reading that!! but maybe it was a coincidence.. but how could a fire start all by itself.. r u sure ur not the one making this up??
xo- jen
2007-01-27 21:29:33 · answer #7 · answered by beach blondie xox 2 · 0⤊ 0⤋
Of course it is,now I'm scared. =0
2007-01-27 21:30:52 · answer #8 · answered by ? 4 · 0⤊ 0⤋
yea thats creepy
2007-01-27 21:30:42 · answer #9 · answered by ..;..;.. 4 · 1⤊ 0⤋
It would freak me out!
2007-01-27 21:28:12 · answer #10 · answered by Jen 2 · 1⤊ 0⤋