Elizabeth

This is going to be a long story, so you might want to settle in...

About seven years ago, while living in Greenville, NC, my husband and I accidentally picked up a ghost that we believe to be named Elizabeth. It all started one night, when I first became interested in paranormal research and my husband and I wanted to go look around and take pictures in a local cemetery which was reported to give people weird sensations and in which there had been reports of strange figures wandering around at night. In addition to being possibility haunted, it was also a beautiful place, with all the ornate statues, that I knew would produce great pictures.

The day we planned to visit the cemetery, we had discussed this with friends who live next door to the place, one of which told my husband and I about the grave of a lady named Elizabeth (she didn't know the last name) where she often visited when she was stressed. She said that it always made her fell better. All she could tell us was that it was in the back right hand corner of the cemetery.

Well, that night, after looking around some, we began to look for Elizabeth's grave...with no luck. It didn't help that we only had one flash light between us. After a while, I jokingly said, "maybe we should ask Elizabeth where her grave is". As soon as I said that, my husband walked in the opposite direction away from me and stopped at a plotted out section of a about 5 or 6 graves (what I assume was a family plot) and just pointed to the ground and asked what the stone said. I walked over and shined the light on the stone...can you guess what it said? Yep, it was a woman named Elizabeth. To this day, my husband can't tell you why he walked over there. Anyway, if I didn't bother at the time to note the last name...if I knew then what I know now, I sure would have written it down.

Well, the pictures we took that night didn't turn anything up. And I didn't think about it too much for a while. That was the late summer of 2001...in December, we moved to Mississippi. In those few months, a few odd things happened, but I never gave it any thought. The oddest thing was that a small picture of my niece what was placed on the entertainment center that kept being turned around to face the wall. But I always assumed that one of us was doing it.

Then, after we moved to MS, things picked up. At the first place we lived, shortly after we had gotten settled in, my husband heard someone call him "honey' through the bathroom door. (side note: I have told this story to Jason and Grant on BRR and Grant told me it was him calling my husband honey..lol). One day I walked in to find that same picture of my niece crumpled up on the kitchen counter without the frame..we never found the frame. We also use to hear the sound of someone walking around upstairs while we were in the living room (our office was above the living room then). Also in that home, something threw a large bottle of laundry detergent from the top of a shelf to all the way across the kitchen without disturbing any of the other stuff on the shelf. We, along with a few guest were in the next room at the time and heard a loud crash that drew us into the kitchen..so there were witnesses, lol. I also once saw the reflection of a woman with brown curly hair one day as I went to turn on the computer...it was only there for a second. And one of my favorite incidents from that home...we had a cat that could open doors by tapping the handle until it turned enough to open. One night, my husband and I and one guest were watching tv when we heard a door open upstairs right after the cat ran up there. We all noticed it, but assumed the cat opened it. About 5 or 10 minutes later, we heard the door snap shut and the cat came down the stairs. I'm fairly sure the cat can't close the door behind her.

When I got pregnant with our son, we had to move to a bigger place. This time, there wasn't as much activity. Some of the things that did happen included the footsteps upstairs and hearing what sounded like a very faint voice singing over my son's monitor one night after put him to sleep.

We have moved two more times since then (I know..we have moved alot..lol). The last place before where we live now, I would see what appeared to be a figure out of the corner of my eye (I saw this at the other places sometimes too) and things would get moved sometimes...but it was rare. We moved where we are now a year ago..and nothing has happened other than me thinking I saw something run by the bathroom door one day which I figured I had imagined.

I have told this story before....nowadays, it is more of a "this is my experiences" story..and not a current thing and I would have gotten around to telling it here...but after tonight, I had reason to go ahead and tell y'all about it.

After my husband went to bed about an hour ago (my son has been asleep for hours) I went into the kitchen to get something to eat. I walked in and picked up the bread..and as soon as I did I felt someone put their hand on my back..I could feel it like they were putting pressure on my back...maybe trying to push me a little. It scared me so bad, I dropped the bread on the floor and slowly walked into the bedroom to tell my husband. I don't normally scare easy...I think it really just caught me off guard because we haven't really had any experiences for so long and had assumed she was gone.

I don't know if it was her that touched me...but I know that something did. My son has been telling us that there is a ghost in his room...well, actually he says that there is a ghost in his toy box...lol. He has also been telling us that his "grandpa" has been telling him things such as telling him he can do things that we said no to. He only has one make grandfather left....and he calls him papa. My father died a year and a half ago, but he called him Peepa. Of course...he is four with a very active imagination, so we take that with a grain of salt, or two...lol.

So, what do y'all think? Am I crazy..lol?