Post #120911 by dangergirl299 on Thu, Oct 21, 2004 3:13 PM

I love a good ghost story!

My real life ones are not very interesting, but as a young child I was hanging out in the backyard of my parents' Hollywood apt, all alone, at dusk. I felt something scratch my head really hard and looked up/around and saw nothing anywhere near my head. It freaked me out.

For years after my grandfather died (he of 1/2 to 1/4 Cherokee blood if that's a factor), I would dream of him and my other dead relatives. In my dream I didn't realize they were dead, but I was sad. He would always tell me to pass on to my grandmother the message that he loves her and is waiting for her. The first time I dreamed of him after his death I thought it odd and asked my father if that day was a special day for him, like an anniversary or something. My father looked at the calendar (he and I are both horrible with dates) and said "why, yes, it's his birthday."