CaitlinDBurnside

PLEASE note that this story is based on true events, names and places have been changed to protect the people involved. Thanks and enjoy this spooky read... THIS took place after the house fire in the worst winter month... February 1962... WE knew we'd have to find lodgings as soon as possible. Temporarily staying at maternal grandparents caused a few unwelcomed frictions. THE local Firehouse called us a fortnight later. They had good news. They'd found us a top floor flat with the advantage of two balconies. One at the front accessible by the living room. The other reached by the kitchen and situated at the back of the property. HOWEVER , we were two streets up from the biggest cemetery for our city "Ash River Graveyard" established during the Victorian era and containing over 50,000 souls. ALTHOUGH some of us were apprehensive of this proximity, it was a choice better than the tension-filled house currently available. Personally I'd missed the nightly chats

YOU know I love the Paranormal, I always did. From the Summer of 69, I discovered so many answers. It was eye-opening! Below, is a story based on a true situation. Names, places have been changed to the protect the privacy of all involved. IF YOU enjoy stories of life-after-death and a belief in Souls being an eternal piece inside all of us, then just read... THE SOUL'S ENCOUNTER! JULY  arrived in a blaze of heat. Unrelentless high temperatures. Overall the month had an average of 27°C (81°F). The amount of wild fires and the ones as a result of fireworks falling on dried grass... SADLY and unexpectedly, 5 July saw the end of Gramps' life (See the story; 4 Funerals and 1 Wedding; coming soon). From the Monday, 7 July, he rested at the Funeral parlour for 3 long days. INSIDE it was freezing, the AC being on to keep the bodies cold. Turned up much higher due to the constant stream of mourners. All three days were very busy, Gramps had family, friends and loads of acquaintances

SACRED LANDS... A PLACE NOT TO MESS WITH... HEED THE WARNINGS! BACK in the late 70s, a not so brilliant idea came from the sister and brother-in-law of our intrepid girl... The brother-in-law had received a prestigious promotion within his computer business. Such as it was, it came with an incredible new pay packet; a brand new car and a fully paid mortgage for a house of their own choosing. WANTING to help out his mother-in-law, he came up with the idea that he would equip the basement with a fully functional kitchen, laundry room for all, storage, bathroom, plus living and eating areas. Two bedrooms upstairs for the Mum and the wee girl. Ready to move in within a month... A disaster waiting to happen, our wee girl knew from the word: GO! She wasn't to be proven wrong in oh so many ways... IT WAS a bad idea to begin with as the married daughter did not fair well being with her mother on a daily basis -- after all, she had married the first guy that wanted her as a wife two month