There Is More To Life Than What We Understand

I must say I love this site! It is a great place to read about the things we don't understand but want to... I am intrigued and relieved all at the same time knowing that there are others out there like me who deep down know there is more to this life than what we can understand. Ever since I was a child I could sense this, which now I think is strange. Is it normal for an eight year old to wonder what the purpose of life is? Question why we die? Wonder when will I die? Perhaps it is but these questions were brought on by the deaths of my grandma and my cousins while I was still at a young age and couldn't quite grasp the concept... I still cant, even to this day. I would also over hear my family talking of strange occurrences in their lives that they couldn't explain, and as a child, hearing this from adults scared me but piqued my interest mostly. I personally have not been through too many experiences myself, but what I have been through and what I have heard from family members has made me a believer. How wonderfully mysterious life is...

This first account I will share is something that happened to my mother: When my mother was young her grandmother was very ill and lived in West Virginia. Knowing that her grandmother might not make it, my mother and her family packed a few things and went to stay with her grandmother in her last hours. Her grandmother was in the hospital and they all visited there for a while then went to her grandmother's house to stay over night. Their plan was to go back the next day and visit her in the hospital but that plan changed.

They were only there for a few hours when suddenly the back door opened suddenly and loudly and the coal stove burst into flames all at the same time and with no explanation! While everyone was tending to the stove the phone rang not minutes after the incident. That phone call would be to tell the family that my mothers grandmother had passed. Now both the stove and the door could be explained logically somehow, but what a coincidence it is for both things to happen simultaneously and moments later get a call that someone has died... How strange indeed. Later that night, my mother being a young child, was upstairs in bed going to sleep when she felt something unseen rubbing her head and her hair as her grandmother used to always do to comfort her...

The next account happened when my grandmother died... I was not there when this had happened, I arrived a few hours later but when I got to my grandmothers house where everyone was to meet, everyone looked as though they had seen a ghost... I was with my cousin and my uncle and aunt and when we got there this is the story they told us... Everyone was gathered at my grandmother's house getting ready for her funeral. Everyone was in the same room talking when all of the sudden they all heard this loud crash like glass had been broken, and it was so loud and clear it sounded like something broke upstairs. So everyone went to see what had fallen, if anything, and how it fell. They searched every room upstairs and nothing, until they got to my grandmothers room. There was nothing broken in her room, but something was out of place... There lying on her pillow on her side of the bed was a statue of Jesus. The same statue she kept on a table by her bed. But how did it get on her pillow? Everyone asked each other had they placed it there and everyone denied it. The statue was too heavy to have fallen over and it was on the far side of her table away from the bed... Needless to say it had everyone baffled.

These next two accounts happened to me at different times in my life: I was staying with a friend when I was 14; we had enough of playing and talking so we went to bed. I was lying there, drifting off to sleep when I suddenly felt something cold on my face and the distorted sound of someone talking to me. The sound was right in front of my face! I was scared and asked my friend did she hear that? She said hear what? I just shrugged it off as my imagination, because it only happened for a brief second.

The next morning we could hear my friend's mother crying in the kitchen. We went out there to ask what was wrong, and that's when her mother told us that her mother had died the night before... I still feel to this day that that was my friend's grandmother coming to say goodbye to my friend.

Another unexplainable account happened just recently to me a few months ago to be exact... It's just something small, but either way, it had my fiancé and I wondering... We were both in bed, in deep sleep, and it was around 3am. We were both jolted out of sleep to the sound of something loud hitting the floor. I asked my then boyfriend at the time to get up and go turn on the light, which was across the bedroom, he said no its cold...lol...so I having to be the brave one in the relationship got up and turned the light on. I looked down on the floor and found my cell phone lying there. That is what we heard fall. But what we couldn't figure out was how did it fall? My phone was turned off, so it could not have vibrated off of the table it was on? It had us scratching our heads. The next morning I told my roommate what had happened and this is what he told me...

He said that that night he went to bed and around 3am or so he started to hear things being moved around on his dresser, and he could hear his computer chair creaking like someone was moving it. He said he was so scared he turned his light on and slept that way for the rest of the night. I find this odd because we had been living there for almost 3 years and we had not experienced anything unexplainable until that night?

What I'm trying to figure out is do ghost just randomly show up?

I have heard of ghosts haunting a place of residence of course, but have never heard of just a random one-time haunting?

So these are just some of the stories that have had me wondering about life and the mysteries of the unexplained since I was a child. Perhaps one day I will find out the answers...