Subject: Not all Ghosts are bad!
From: email@example.com (Bruce Milmine)
Date: Sat, 11 Oct 1997 17:18:57 GMT
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Just wanted to say, not all ghosts are bad.
July, 1959 - Calgary, Alberta
When I was 10, my mother died in a car accident. And yes, I was in the car, along with my step-father, sister and one of her friends. We were on our way to Gull Lake for a weekend of camping.
My step-father took my mother's remains to Montreal for burial, and my sister and I went to a friend's house for the week he was gone. The first weekend back home, I had a friend stay over, and that night I woke to see my mother in my room. I was talking to her when my friend woke and asked what I was doing
"Talking to my mother." indicating behind him. He turned, saw my mom, and the three of us were talking, when I heard my step-father yelling upstairs, "Who are you talking to up there?", and we heard him running up the stairs.
Mom said, something to the effect that everything would be OK, and disappeared, as my stepfather came into my room, turning the light on, and asked who we were talking to.
"Don't be silly, your mom is not here, but I heard someone else, now who is it, and where are they?"
"Mom, she disappeared."
He did not believe us.
A year later we moved to Manitoba and I lost touch with my friend.
Eight years after that (1968) I was hitchhiking to Victoria BC, and crossed to Vancouver Island at Nanimo (sp), and stopped in at a grocery store right across from where the ferry docks, (Safeway, I think it was) to get something to drink while hitchhiking the rest of the way. And who do I run into stocking the shelves in the store, but the same friend who had been with me that night. He was about ready for a break, so we went for a coffee, and we started talking about that night in my room, with my mom.
He was wondering if he was nuts or did this really happen, as he had not told anyone, but he did have a sense that we had talked to my mom that night, and it was bothering him. He wanted to know how I felt about it. All I had to do was remind him that even my step-father had heard someone else in the room with us that night, and yes, we did talk to my mother.
Have not seen her since.