The sun shinning all drapes are open mid-afternoon, just trying to take a pic of a purse wanting to sell on a garage sale sight, and once again a orb flew right across my right hand as I was taking a pic of the purse, at first thought thinking boy I need to dust that is how visible it was. I had taken two pics first one looked like my hand was shaking and the second one I had caught something the reason I think it was a orb not a dust particle.whtsthis1gppp2


I sit in the late hours of the night watching all that is Holy of this day, reflecting on all that I am not worthy of, for that of my Sins and Failures of Spirit and Soul but knowing that Our Savior Jesus Christ is forgiving through pentance and Prayer and his unconditional Love. As I ready for sleep on the sofa and all is turned off as I pray for the Lords strength to better myself as a sinner in search of Peace, I hear as usual the creaking of steps and seeing what I think is balls of light in the darkness so once more I grab my phone and take pics in the darkness with my flash on and once more I ask the readers what it is that they see, not always thinking it is my tired eyes but a orb coming from where?untitled

Even after Christmas!

pp1I was so busy the Christmas week, even having to work the Friday night of Christmas at 12 am to clean a store.  Just wanted to rest that following Sunday before heading out to work at 10 pm so I go into the Blue room I call it about 3 in the afternoon as the dogs and husband were down stairs with the steps blocked by the gate so none of my little friends would come up and visit me and sleep at the foot end of the bed.  Thinking I could finally breathe a sigh of relief and sleep but to my surprise I kept hearing not a tapping but like a clicking, knowing it was not our heater because when that goes on it makes a swooshing sound and then becomes quiet. So I lay there thinking that freakin Green room so once more I grab the camera go in and take a picture of the mirror on the dresser…and here we go again something or someone in there and then I walk out.  And as you see that ear is not mine. I am behind that flash!  Or is this all my imagination…. or just a really dirty mirror I do not wish to touch.   I am adding a photo and asking the readers to decide on what is seen.  They say the mind automatically identifies with faces when trying to figure a image that is not clear.  Does anyone see what I see?



@402 Still Being Followed!

mirror 2I thought moving here would be different, the house itself has many windows where it is always sunny but at night so different. When I first moved in I did experience some strange stuff, like the orb of light that had floated across my kitchen cabinets and I thought what the hell. In time I would hear someone walking up and down the stairs to the second floor or when I came home from work at night with the kids as soon as I walked in I would hear the basement light switch would flick on to the point I called my sister saying someone was in the house and having family come and check the basement. Or when my daughters are up in their room they would hear walking in the hallway or even a moan sound to where they would call out thinking something was wrong with me when I was down stairs and I would say what. When the girls would have there cousins over to spend the night they would be freaked because of what they hear in the attic always some type of pounding. I had lifted up the entrance door and had snapped a picture of a mist in which I had given to my nephew to prove I was not nuts. One day I was telling my sister who does not believe in this stuff had gotten out the latter lifted the door and told what ever was up there that this is not there home anymore and that they would have to move on for awhile it was ok…but strange stuff still happens, like my daughter had a sleep over and we were all down stairs to watch tv because I did not have cable upstairs and my niece left her phone upstairs on the table and we all had heard something fall we went up there and her cell phone was in the middle of the floor. or even most recently my daughter and her friend were home alone and again my daughter was downstairs and her friend was using the washing room while in there he had heard a dresser drawer open and close and the doorknob to the bathroom moved. I will post the picture that been taken immediately afterwards of the mirror in the bedroom where the drawer opened and closed and in the other room the window..I do not know he had chosen the window but he knew of the scratching that would come from that area..So I wonder if it is people that are Haunted or Places?


A residential street in Chicago on the north west side in a yellow house with two floors, this is where I married and started to raise my family of three.  This is my husbands family home he was the third generation to live there.  In the begining it was a happy place to raise to children safe and secure so I thought, my daughters were born a year apart the youngest a year and a half apart from each other…The oldest daughter had talked about the man with the red eyes in their closest and I always thought she was trying to scare her sister, the middle daughter who at the time had trouble sleeping in that room always before bed…she would develop coughing attacks..she was about three…we had taken her to the peditrician and she was diagnosed with asthma…I never thought it could be somthing else.   We lived on the first floor of the house and the Grandfather lived on the second floor both apartments were basically the same a big kitched dinning room with bay windows and a living room and two bedrooms and a very small bathroom, at times in the dinning room I would hear scratching by the windows in between the wall of the two windows..always late at night i would always search out side thinking someone was out there scratching at the siding of the building but always no one there.  My middle daughter would always have trouble sleeping she would start crying before bed and caughing I would often have to stay in the room until she fell asleep..she would always tell me that there was someone in the closet and dont you see him he is there..  she would often get up and sleep walk to where I had put bells on the door in case she would try to go out the doors and I often slept on the couch just in case she started to sleep walk…One night I had seen her get up and walk to the window area in the dinning room and I asked her what are you doing and she told me she was following the light, her night terrors continued until about five and within this time frame I too noticed strange funeral type of smells a flowery scent, our yellow lab always laying guard by my daughters bedroom and growling.  I too noticed strange noises in the kitchen like the stove was shaking and I go running out there thinking one of my daughters were slamming the oven door…or the slamming of the pantry door with such force it had shook the apartment.  I remeber when the Granfather would go out for the day and I would always hear someone walking up his stairs to his apartment or someone walking in his apartment.. I think the final straw came when it was another sleepless night and I was sitting in the kitchen crocheting…I kept seeing in the entry way of the dinning room a shadow going from left to right and right to left out of the corner of my eye..I looked at one time and there I saw a pair of brown shoes standing their and the blue work pants I immediately ran torward out bedroom which was off the kitchen out of fear and woke my husband and looked around the apartment but no one was there.  I wondered after that for the longest time that is why my middle daughter had the asthma attacks and was sleep walking maybe there was truth to what the oldest daughter saw and the middle daughter was seeing and feeling..My oldest daughter would tell me much later that there would always be a man standing over my youngest daughters crib.. and that she would always cover her head with the covers cause she was scared and at one time there was a picture that hung over the youngests crib of a guardian angel in which fell into the crib narrowly missing the youngest daughter to where I removed it from the room..  My husbands family finally sold that home and they had renovated it..made apartments in the basement and in the attack and renovated the Granfathers apartment…but to this day the first floor is always empty.


I had grown up on the north side of Chicago, the corners of Roscoe and Lincoln and paulina my family had moved there when I was going into 3rd grade.   Growing up their had always been a great child memory playing it in the turnstyle of the elevator platform that was just right next store or hanging out on the mail box that set right on the corner of Lincoln avenue during the summer time or playing in our school yard on the swings or monkey bars.I had lived their until I was nineteen.  I had come from a large family seven girls and one brother and my Mom and Dad had always done there best with one parent working.  My sister Gayle had died in January of 2008 of cancer and she had left behind her husband and four children, two boys and two girls she had died very young at 49…she was the only one that could moon walk and she was always singing the songs of the bad there was not American idol in our teenage years should would have made it. I remember how my Uncle and Aunt would come over for Christmas and we as children would always compete just to sing to them, it had gotten to the point that my Uncle said why don’t you all sing the song tomorrow far far away…And we all looked at each other but Gayle she was a true singer. My brother in law still worked and drove within the city of Chicago and occasionally he would drive by the old house as a family after our parents have passed we kind of all went our separate ways living about 100 miles from each other.  There was this one time my brother in law had gone by the house and as he approached the stop light that was on Paulina street…to stop…his truck radio had become muffled like it was not on its station and he heard someone call out his name he looked around and then to the left and their he saw my sister Gayle dressed as she was at the age of ten dressed as we all dressed in our second hand cloths that had been a little worn and our knee high socks she was standing their waving between the house and the elevator platform within that little alley way in between and then she ran through that alley way.  He was like what and he  immediately turned left onto Roscoe to turn down that alley that led to behind our old house and she was gone.  He was so taken aback that he took the rest of the day off and drove home that two hours questioning what he had seen.  He had told my sister of what he had experienced and went to bed.  My sister had called us that very day and told us of what he saw, and heard and he was shaken up.

The Squatter

Could it be possibe? As a rountine I had always had stopped at the local 7-11 for my morning coffee, as usual it was 5:30 am as I headed off to work my schedule was a full day. I worked 3 part time jobs at one place, morning care from 6:00 am to 8:00 am and lunces from 11:00 am to 1:00 and aftercare at 2:30 pm to 7:00 pm. At my local 7-11 in the early morning hours and where I stopped for my coffee and as usual there was always one or two pan handlers as I entered the store usually they were always standing by their cars how ironic…to see this on a daily basis pan handling for money and having a car, for the life of me I could never understand that…here I am working three jobs to help support my family as my husbands job relocated and unemployment only helped a little. This one morning headed off to work in the darkness..walking quickly to my destination as I approched the 7-11 there were the pan handlers but I had noticed one new pan handler who was squatting down carring a pack pack on his pack..he was just squatting his hand out…what was unusual about this person was that he was young clean shaven never seen him before. His hand was out and never said a word as I approched and started to pass I gave him a quarter and I stared into his face it was his eyes that had caught my attention to where it stopped me dead in my tracks, they were the bluest eyes I have ever seen and a strange feeling came over me that left me wondering who was this person…I proceeded into the store had gotten my coffee and paper…no longer than 5 minutes.. the store was usually empty in the early morning hours as I came out that squatter was gone….I looked around….did not see him anywhere as I continued on my way a strange peace came over me..not the usual worry as I walked…get to work…get things set up…money..bills as I walked there was always your native wild life on my way in the inner city the pigeons that held witness to my daily walk as they lurched above on the power lines..but I had noticed somthing else as I looked up the pigeons were not the standard version that I had always seen…on this day the pigeons were white and one even had a fan tail…and on my walk to work I thought to myself what did I just experience….Who was this man? Where did he go? It was only a few minutes that I was in the 7-11…Why the sence of peace? Why the white pigeons or could they have been doves? Was this man Jesus Christ himself? That is the feeling I felt when I had arrived at work and sat for a few moments sipping on my coffee….and for months after I had continued to feel that sence of peace!


It was the day after my moms death as the whole family gathered early that morning, all together we stood strong for dad not wanting him to share his pain and loss alone together all shared our pain and grief and helplessness of now. The day went by very slowly but eventually the day went by.  I went home about 10 or maybe at 11 pm, completely drawn and tired and like every night I always slept on the couch with my little black and white tv laying on my coffee table.  I grabbed my blankets and laid back and continued to smoke my cigerettes and watch that small black and white tv as I was laying back I had seen somthing forming at the edge of the coffee table it was like a sillouette of a person with hands clasped in prayer, head tilted forward and the expression of the mouth open at first I thought geez, I must be smoking to many cigerettes and I kept rubbing my eyes and it would not go away it got to the point I had covered my head with my blankets and fell asleep.  The next morning I had awoke and still thought of what I had seen and wondered does heartache cause illusions, or lack of sleep make you see things that are not there..I wonder if it was mom most of all.