True Ghost Stories: Real Accounts of Death and Dying, Grief and Bereavement, Soulmates and Heaven, Near Death Experiences, and Other Paranormal Mysteries (The Supernatural Book Series: Volume 2) by Unknown Page B

a little bit, probably scared by the dogs’ exuberance and I wanted to go home.
     
     
Then, I saw the river, sparkling further down the lane. It was so pretty! I started walking toward it. At that time, a very old man came walking toward me. He was walking with a cane. He yelled at me, and told me to go back, to go away. I turned around, crying, scared, and I started back the way I had come. Suddenly, there was a ‘child’, bigger than me, with no hair, blue skin, and large black eyes that reached out and touched my face. His hands were very cold, but I was not afraid.
     
     
I remember I stopped crying; the old man kept walking towards me and I continued on my way back to the house. Soon I could see my father across the field, calling to me, and my brother further away, also calling out to me. I tried to call back to them but somehow they couldn't hear me. Finally, my father saw me, came to me and took me back to the house.
     
     
There my mother said a stranger, a man in a black car, came and asked if I was okay. This was of memorable quality because we lived in a small town where everyone knew everyone, and strangers were of note. This is how I remember the whole incident, quite clearly.
     
     
It became a family joke for many years about the old man with the cane up the lane because no one else ever saw him.
     
     
When I was 13 years old, and at a family gathering, everyone was making fun of me again about this incident and my grandmother said, ‘Stop, leave the child alone...the man she saw was (can't recall name) and he was the last Civil War veteran in the county. He was wounded and he used to walk up and down that road with his cane every day. He was a nice old fella. He'd been dead a long time but I have no doubt she saw him.’
     
     
No one knows who the ‘child’ was that I saw but, at some point during my teenage years, I saw an artist's rendering of a "grey" (alien!) and recognized the ‘child’ I saw.
     
     
Needless to say, I've never spoken of that part of the incident with anyone because it's one thing to see a ‘ghost’ but another thing to see an ‘alien’ creature, not to mention a man in a dark suit in a black car. LOL!
     
     
I've been wondering for some time now, as a result of that long ago experience, whether the nature of those ‘alien’ creatures is inter-dimensional. The area where this whole experience happened is a very old area in the USA - an area notorious for paranormal experiences happening to ‘regular’ folks.
     
     
Don’t Blame the Messenger
     
I was 13 years old at the time this happened.
     
     
I saw my dead Grandfather's ghost, who told me that my Uncle was going to die about ten days before Christmas. This happened around August time.
     
     
I was not that afraid of this but I did think at the time that I must have hallucinated it. Anyway, I told my Mother, who in turn told my Grandmother (the ghost's widow).
     
     
My Uncle died mid December that year of heart failure, aged 38 years.
     
     
To this day my Grandmother believes that I put a curse on him; she still deems me responsible for his death.
     
     
An Unusual Wake Up Call
     
At the age of 6 years old, after moving into my Grandmother's house after her death, I was in bed and the alarm went off.
     
     
Instead of hitting the snooze button per usual, I opened my eyes and saw an apparition at the foot of my bed. No idea what it was! Never saw it again.
     
     
Napoleon
     
When I was somewhere between the ages of eight and ten years old my parents and I were visiting family friends up near the Canadian border.
     
     
I slept in the upstairs attic of the house. One night I woke up, for seemingly no good reason and I was sweating profusely. I wasn't sick or running a fever but I awoke hot and sweating to see Napoleon Bonaparte in the bedroom.
     
     
I know this sounds completely crazy but there he was, hand in breast pocket, opposite side of his chest. His face was obscured by black smoke. I