tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023937099212820339.post8734572846766255515..comments2024-03-27T01:07:03.944-04:00Comments on The Roses of Prose: A Haunting Memory by Vonnie DavisAlison Hendersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12725250883303287946noreply@blogger.comBlogger21125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023937099212820339.post-63275899553419643792011-10-27T20:28:14.657-04:002011-10-27T20:28:14.657-04:00Oh, Vonnie. That was your Grandfather, I'm sur...Oh, Vonnie. That was your Grandfather, I'm sure of it. How sad you had to bottle it away rather than share his visit with the rest of your family. His death was obviously still painful and fresh to the adults.<br /><br />I've been made 'aware' of spirits every now and then over my life. Some scary situations, like my bedroom closet doorhandle opening and the door moving while I was reading to my brother - being chased by a white-garbed figure who floated in the middle of the road (me and my friend that one - we'd snuck out to meet up with boys) - and then some nice ones like yours. Visits from my mother-in-law shortly after she'd passed away. <br /><br />AJ - I would be seriously freaking out too! I don't mind knowing spirits are there, but I DON'T like seeing them - brrr is right! I hope you find out what this ghost wants and you can help him find peace, *hugs*<br /><br />Excellet post Vonnie - but now the hairs on my arms are standing up! : )LaVerne Clarkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10418742073687153863noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023937099212820339.post-50752875651907354162011-10-27T19:58:23.191-04:002011-10-27T19:58:23.191-04:00Vonnie, you saw your beloved grandfather and you s...Vonnie, you saw your beloved grandfather and you should treasure the gift of that memory. And someday, many, many, years from now, you might be able to ask him what he was looking for!Mary Ricksenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12676306822821614446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023937099212820339.post-16623715327387185452011-10-27T19:20:02.132-04:002011-10-27T19:20:02.132-04:00What a story, Vonnie. I believe in spirits. Your g...What a story, Vonnie. I believe in spirits. Your grandfather wanted one last visit.<br /><br />AJ, I've heard spirits don't like remodels. They want everything to remain the same. Would you want someone changing your house around. lol <br /><br />I have a quite a few ghost stories. Must be why I love the paranormal so much—it feels like home. lol I've shared this story a few times on the loops, but there was two of us who felt or saw the presence and it's difficult to brush it away as nothing.<br /><br />When I still lived at home (yes, that was eons ago) It was late and my mother and I were the only ones still up. (I’m the oldest of five.) I was working on a report for school in the kitchen and my mother was in the bathroom taking a bath. She kept the door slightly open so we could talk.<br /><br />Every time there would be a ghostly appearance in the house, I get this prickly feeling on my neck and swear the hairs on my arm would stand up. I was having one of those feelings. My mother was running the water in the bathroom and she says to me, “Who’s up with you?”<br /><br />Of course no one was up. I was in the kitchen alone or so I thought. “No one’s up, mom.”<br /><br />“I said who’s up with you?” She couldn’t hear me because of the water running.<br /><br />Now I’m freaked. She sees someone and I don’t. I run into the bathroom “No one is up with me.” I do believe I did a little dance of fright and my voice became shrill.<br /><br />“What do you mean? I saw a hand reaching for you.”<br /><br />My mom thought one of the little ones had slipped out of bed. <br /><br />I'm convinced it was the little blonde girl who appeared off and on through the years. She still hangs out. She’s the only consistent resident ghost, but we’ve had other over the years. I sometimes wonder if she brings them over, telling them, “Hey they’re a cool family. Come hang out for a while.”Karen Michelle Nutthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04083893569523248900noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023937099212820339.post-84426669267781171552011-10-27T17:25:17.046-04:002011-10-27T17:25:17.046-04:00Vonnie--my grandmother died when I was 12. I was s...Vonnie--my grandmother died when I was 12. I was so upset because I didn't get to say good-bye to her. Shortly after the funeral, she came to visit me. She sat on the bed and told me not to cry anymore, that she was in a better place. I told my other grandmother about this. She believed me, because, she, too, had seen ghosts.Loretta C. Rogershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13477553413309389196noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023937099212820339.post-49294459217968389212011-10-27T15:14:19.026-04:002011-10-27T15:14:19.026-04:00Vonnie, maybe it was the light playing dirty trick...Vonnie, maybe it was the light playing dirty tricks on you? <br />AJ's experience is also puzzling. I don't believe in ghosts. The first house my DH and I bought was apparently the scene of a violent murder. The real estate agent never told us that, when she sold us the house in less than a week. I spent six months unable to go to the basement where the murder took place. But I never saw ghosts. Eventually my DH totally rebuilt the basement and we used it for playroom, until we moved five years later.Mona Riskhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14923883333893160794noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023937099212820339.post-68115877029935967902011-10-27T14:25:50.487-04:002011-10-27T14:25:50.487-04:00I've no doubt it was your Grampa, Vonnie. Mayb...I've no doubt it was your Grampa, Vonnie. Maybe he had a favorite shirt he wanted? A hat? Lucky underwear? The thing is- we never know what is important to the ghost of a person.<br /><br />AJ- go read my blog and then email me.Calisa Rhosehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07743891437445099016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023937099212820339.post-28946547020189196812011-10-27T13:59:01.968-04:002011-10-27T13:59:01.968-04:00And he's only appeared since you and DH got es...And he's only appeared since you and DH got estimates for remodeling? Wow...wonder what's hidden in your walls. His drug stash maybe? Or...see, this is the downside of being a writer. Our imaginations love things like this. We can come up with the best ideas and maybe the scariest.Vonnie Davis ~ Romance Authorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07360480832587538895noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023937099212820339.post-78951913103863220252011-10-27T13:41:54.794-04:002011-10-27T13:41:54.794-04:00To be honest, Vonnie, I am TOTALLY freaked out. Bu...To be honest, Vonnie, I am TOTALLY freaked out. But what can I do? I live with two young kids. If they EVER find out he's here, oh boy. We'll be moving -- I've no doubt. Plus, my daughter will not sleep every again. I've got to keep this on the down low or it'll be all bad. And so far, he's stayed in one spot, so I just make sure the closet is CLOSED every night. Brrr...AJ Nuesthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16010557416505335378noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023937099212820339.post-51138876185931722352011-10-27T12:59:49.806-04:002011-10-27T12:59:49.806-04:00Great post, Vonnie. I'm a believer. Love the p...Great post, Vonnie. I'm a believer. Love the pictures on your post, too.Colleen Connallyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12195931651391347529noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023937099212820339.post-19144831264229569952011-10-27T12:41:27.377-04:002011-10-27T12:41:27.377-04:00AJ, I just read your comment. I'm glad you are...AJ, I just read your comment. I'm glad you aren't freaked out TOO much about your closet visitor. I don't know that I could be so calm. I'd probably be thowing clothes in boxes, yelling, "I'm outta here!" Seriously, I wonder WHY he's upset at the house being worked on. This might prove interesting.Vonnie Davis ~ Romance Authorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07360480832587538895noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023937099212820339.post-47126842740265315812011-10-27T12:34:49.404-04:002011-10-27T12:34:49.404-04:00Thank you everyone for visiting and leaving a comm...Thank you everyone for visiting and leaving a comment. I'll never know what I saw...just that I DID see something or someone.Vonnie Davis ~ Romance Authorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07360480832587538895noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023937099212820339.post-25037153659160398412011-10-27T12:34:31.400-04:002011-10-27T12:34:31.400-04:00Thank you everyone for visiting and leaving a comm...Thank you everyone for visiting and leaving a comment. I'll never know what I saw...just that I DID see something or someone.Vonnie Davis ~ Romance Authorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07360480832587538895noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023937099212820339.post-36865090454159968592011-10-27T12:28:07.714-04:002011-10-27T12:28:07.714-04:00Creeeeepy. Okay, I'm going to share something ...Creeeeepy. Okay, I'm going to share something here that's going to make me sound like a total loon, but I'm following your lead, Vonnie. :-) My dh and I have recently discussed several home improvement projects that are desperately needed on our old, dilapidated farm house. And no, I'm not being dramatic. This place is falling down around our ears. Since my dh works in the construction industy, it just so happens he's got a friend who was able to pay us a visit, listen to our ideas and then draw us up some plans to get the work done. He came over for a meeting, to present his drawings along with an estimate to get the work done. Ever since that meeting, I've been getting "visited" by a....ghost? I don't know what else to call him. He lives in mine and my dh's walk-in closet. He's a young man, shaggy dark hair, name of Jimmy...or Johnny...or something with a "J". He's nervous, rocking back and forth, pinches his bottom lip and doesn't like the idea of us working on the house AT ALL! Now, I know how all this sounds, but I'm telling you HE'S IN THERE! When I first saw him I literally had to stop myself from asking my husband when he got home, because I thought the person standing in my closet was my dh, and that he had somehow come in without my knowledge. The third time this happened, I finally admitted the truth. We have a ghost, and he's not so crazy about us knocking down any walls. I keep trying to reassure him, but so far, he's still in there, rocking away. Any body got any tips for me? You all think I'm nuts now, don't you?? Well, you wouldn't be the first...AJ Nuesthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16010557416505335378noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023937099212820339.post-87799579767994897602011-10-27T12:15:35.357-04:002011-10-27T12:15:35.357-04:00How nice that you weren't afraid. Not everyone...How nice that you weren't afraid. Not everyone sees anything out of the ordinary. <br />BarbaraBarbara Edwardshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10379534828904059584noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023937099212820339.post-38428886830071902262011-10-27T11:42:53.666-04:002011-10-27T11:42:53.666-04:00No doubt in my mind you saw your Grandpa!
My par...No doubt in my mind you saw your Grandpa! <br /><br />My parents died 9 weeks apart. At the time, I was working out of town but had kept my home fully-furnished and came back on holidays and for the summer. On the night after we buried Daddy, I was alone and sitting at the breakfast bar with my laptop when I became aware of some "presence" on the other side of the den in the hall between the bedrooms. I didn't feel afraid, so I decided that it was just my parents come back to check on me. <br /><br />Then, the next year, when I came home for the summer, I was sitting in my recliner when I became aware that someone was standing beside me. No, I didn't SEE anyone, but she was there. I looked up and said, "Yes, Mother, I'm going to the cemetery tomorrow to change the flowers." Instantaneously, the presence was gone. <br /><br />A third thing happened one Sunday several years ago when we were asked to come to the front to take communion. As I started down the aisle, I was grousing at always being the one who had to walk alone. At that moment, I felt someone take my hand--except, there was no one there. I felt God had let my husband come back for a few seconds to reassure me that I was never alone.<br /><br />I think that ghosts/spirits get a bad rap sometimes.The Word Placehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00283938312275406325noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023937099212820339.post-11690186488750600352011-10-27T11:20:50.473-04:002011-10-27T11:20:50.473-04:00Wow, I think that must have been a pretty traumati...Wow, I think that must have been a pretty traumatic experience for a ten-year-old! I'm with the others - your grandpa had something left to do.Jannine Gallanthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17692098634695675967noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023937099212820339.post-47884152257727550782011-10-27T11:18:05.124-04:002011-10-27T11:18:05.124-04:00Vonnie,
I loved the story..I truly believe in spi...Vonnie,<br /><br />I loved the story..I truly believe in spirits..That was your grandfather...I do not know if you have ever heard of ORBS but let me tell you they are for real...It is usually a round white spot but can come in other forms and different colors, white mist etc. <br />As you know I lost my precious Tommy on Oct 4 and it has devastated me and the kids.<br />Well one of my friends came and took us to the lake that Tommy loved. In one of the photos I took I notice a purple circle There were no flowers blooming or even around the area so looking closer at it my sweet husbands face is in it...You can see the photo of my Facebook page...It is the one with lone cactus and its in the bottom right hand corner..Since then I have been taking more photos around the house and sure enough there they are and he is in it..<br /><br />So I do not know what others will think of this but it is true..My Tommy is here with us...There is a lady I know who has done research on ORBS and she confirmed that is was Tommy's face inside the circle<br /><br />So thank you Vonnie for doing this post<br /><br />Love ya bunches,<br />MelindaTommy/Melindahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08264301736995040683noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023937099212820339.post-60737030485287017772011-10-27T10:06:39.161-04:002011-10-27T10:06:39.161-04:00I've never believed in ghosts, but an experien...I've never believed in ghosts, but an experience like that would make you a believer quick!Alison Hendersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12725250883303287946noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023937099212820339.post-3173736954333734742011-10-27T09:35:48.185-04:002011-10-27T09:35:48.185-04:00I think it was your grandpa in spirit form, Vonnie...I think it was your grandpa in spirit form, Vonnie. He had unfinished business before moving on into the next world. I've heard many stories like this. There was a ghost in the house my husband and I lived in many years ago in the mountains of Virginia, so I'm a believer. One of my short ghost stories published on Kindle is based on that experience.<br />Stacey<br />http://www.staceycoverstone.comStaceyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09336816016806803061noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023937099212820339.post-50622654969244652492011-10-27T09:30:56.293-04:002011-10-27T09:30:56.293-04:00Excellent story, Vonnie! I'm a firm believer, ...Excellent story, Vonnie! I'm a firm believer, so if you ask me, that was Grandpa. I had a similar experience around the time my father died. I had to travel across country to go to his funeral (he lived in a different state), so I stayed in his house with my stepmother and my half brother. The night before the funeral, I was laying in bed and I looked over and saw my father's face. Just like you described it, a gray-white mist, but the features were very clear. But it was just his head and it hovered about four feet off the floor. I wasn't afraid though. I felt this huge rush of peace.Joanne Stewarthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17708364499624604625noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023937099212820339.post-14711998858988852712011-10-27T03:15:30.455-04:002011-10-27T03:15:30.455-04:00Ooh Vonnie, that has sent chills up my spine. I al...Ooh Vonnie, that has sent chills up my spine. I always say I don't believe in ghosts, but sometimes I tuly wonder when I read stories like yours.<br /><br />Regards<br /><br />MargaretMargaret Tannerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07123830410502520003noreply@blogger.com