They Always Come Back

I would like to say that I thoroughly enjoy this website. I have been reading for about a year... Just lurking. Now I would like to share my own story with YGS. This is going to be about several different events that have happened to me in my life.

I have always had a connection with the other side from the time I was a young child. I always knew at times we were not alone in this big bad world.

I will start with stories about my grandpa. My grandpa passed away when I was younger, I was 7. I always felt him around. Making his presence known here and there.

Fast forward a bit to when I was 14 or 15, I got really big into horror movies. I had this HUGE poster of the Exorcist tacked up on my wall. One of my favorite horror films of all time. One night, my parents and I went out to eat... Mind you at the time we were living in the home that my grandpa passed away in. We come home and my poster was in the hallway outside of my room... The poster showed no holes from where it had been ripped down... It just looked as if someone removed the tacks.

Another event was shortly after, there was a night light in the hall, now keep in mind this house was manufactured in the 40's. There was a plug in near the ceiling, that's where the nightlight was plugged in. It was right outside of my room so I had easy access to see it. We never turned it on and it hadn't been turned on for years at that point. I remember this very well... I had on some music in my earphones as most of the family was already asleep, something caught my eye I looked up and seen that nightlight come on. I didn't feel threatened or anything like that... I felt at peace more than anything. I think papa was just trying to show me he was still with me.

Now some years later (about 4) My parents moved out shortly after I gave birth to my oldest child, that's when a lot of activity with him began. One night my husband (at the time also the child's father) and I were laying in bed, I was nearly asleep. Without moving he says, "Sonja, wake up, there's a man sitting at the kitchen table looking straight in here." I quickly raised up and saw the outline of a man exactly how my grandpa used to sit at the kitchen table. I layed back down and told him not to worry, papa was just wanting to meet him.

After that I didn't see papa much anymore, as we all moved away from the home. I still feel him from time to time, but as far as evidence, I don't.

My cousin Jay and I used to be extremely close growing up. He was a bit older than I but still I was close to him. He got severely depressed and committed suicide in his early 30's, I was around the age of 16 when this happened. Shortly after the funeral services, we were all gathered at his home in a smaller town of Oklahoma. We were having the family dinner, a man showed up that nobody knew, not even my cousin's wife. He didn't really talk to anyone and was there maybe 10 minutes and left. That night I had a dream that my cousin Jay and this man were the same person... It was kind of crazy but it was like Jay was sitting on my couch and he smiled and morphed, if you will, into this man. I'm not sure if that was Jay's way of letting me know that was him or not... It's still a mystery to me.

The next event happens with my childhood friend Mikey, he was really my best friend growing up. We were in pee-wee sports together. He was a football player and I was a cheerleader and he was my escort one year for homecoming. It's kind of a big deal in little towns like we grew up in. We grew up still hanging out outside of school and what have you.

After I dropped out, got my GED and started working, and moved to Midwest City, Mikey continued on with school. We still hung out from time to time. I remember the last time he called me on the phone, it was to tell me he had a baby on the way and he had just found out it was a little girl. I was so happy for him. Unfortunately Mikey had a drinking problem. I was getting dinner ready for my little family. My sons were hollering and crying as they usually did at dinner time and Mikey calls my cell. I couldn't really answer. He left me a voicemail telling me "goodbye that he was leaving this world" I tried all night to call him back. I couldn't very easily load up my car as my now ex-husband had it at work.

The next day, Mikey's wife calls me and tells me that Mikey had committed suicide. She came home from shopping for the baby and she found him hanging in a tree. Now Mikey wasn't a small boy. He was chunky but all muscle and stood about 5'7". She said it had happened the day before about 7:30pm. Just half an hour later than he called me.

A few days later, they had the body ready for viewing. I was working around the corner from the funeral home in Moore, Oklahoma. I was sitting in the room, alone. I wasn't meditating. I wasn't opening myself up. I was actually closed off, answering a text message from my mother, when out of nowhere, I saw Mikey lift his hand and in that instant I felt a breeze of cold air brush against my face and the board where they had several of his pictures, they all flew off, and Mikey's hand went down. I've checked several different reasonings behind this... I know they say that a persons nerves can still be alive for a certain amount of time after death, and there were no vents in the room to hit my face and that would knock the pictures off the board.

The next day was his funeral. Everyone was there, when I say everyone... I'm meaning people that I hadn't seen in YEARS. Lined out into the hall and standing. Luckily I was able to sit in the actual service. Halfway through the service, I felt a hand on my shoulder. My brother's hands were in his lap, and the person sitting next to me was a female. But it was a manly grip. Nobody was sitting behind me. Or was remotely even close enough to touch me. I blamed myself for so long not answering that call.

Two weeks later Mikey's wife gave birth to a healthy baby girl. I stayed the night in the hospital with her that first night. I was rocking the baby and feeding her and Mikey's wife's cell phone started ringing, luckily it was within arms reach of me. Thinking it was family I picked it up, and the name on it was "Michael's Cell" I immediately answered. On the other end it kind of like static was in the background with someone saying hello, hello... It was Mikey's voice. Mikey's cell phone had been shut off just a day or two before the baby was born so there was no way possible someone could have been playing a sick joke on us. That was the last incident that took place with Mikey.

I have several other events that has happened but these that I've mentioned are what sticks out the most.

Thank you all for reading. Sorry it's so long.