My husband’s assistant booked him into a hotel that was haunted but neither of them knew. It was a Doubletree Hotel in San Antonio, TX and was modernized with a lobby with a lot of natural light. However, there was a heavy feeling in the lobby despite the modern environment and natural light. That night, he woke up to hearing children running down the hallway. He opened the door but saw no one. The next day, he looked up the history of the hotel and it was formerly the Emily Morgan Hotel, considered the 3rd most haunted hotel in the world. He asked the housekeeper about it but she declined to comment. He immediately moved to another hotel. Sure, there could have been kids running down the hall but it was at 3am. And that heavy feeling of the hotel was so odd. The hotel one was a medical facility, so the property housed a morgue and a psychiatric ward. There are complaints “of phones ringing in the middle of the night, televisions and lights mysteriously turning on and sightings of a woman dressed in white.”
My friend’s mother died unexpectedly when she was a young adult. The mother’s husband told my friend that her mother didn’t love her and did not leave anything for her. She never really talked to the H again. Few years ago she went to see a medium. This person told my friend that her mother had left something for her, but she had to get it right away or it would be lost.
My friend figured the only person who may have it would be the H, but she didn’t have his address. She some how found out he lived in a town upstate NY. She went up there with a friend and went to stores in town to ask about the H. They lucked out and found out where the H lived. As it turned out, the H was at his deathbed. He said he couldn’t keep my friend’s mother stuff at his home because his current wife wouldn’t allow it. He had put everything at a storage facility. He was just about to throw everything out because of his condition. My friend went to the facility and found a box with all of her childhood stuff in it. Her mother had neatly put away for her. Her mother also kept few letters they wrote to each other. She was also able to retrieve few pieces of her mother’s jewelry.
My mother talked me into going to see a fortunate teller down in Chinatown recently. It was so important to her that she made a trip into NYC. I told her not to say anything about my family situation, work, or anything.
This man asked for my birthday (date and time). He then started talking, “You are a great mother, but not a good wife. If you are still in the relationship, let it go. There is nothing you can do to make it work. There is no more “connection” between two of you. Don’t waste your time. Your kids will bring great glory to you and make you happy.”
We were surprised because we didn’t tell him about my divorce. As a matter of fact, I was wearing my wedding rings.
My mother then asked if I would get married again (what every mother wants).
He said, “No. She will never marry again, but she may have relationships.” (exactly how I felt and still believes)
I was without a job when we went to see him, so I asked him about my job.
He said, “You will have a job soon and do well. You will be working for a long time.” (I did find another job soon after and it is one of best one I’ve had in a long time)
He then said something about my health, which I won’t share here, but it’s something I’ve always had and not many people knew about it.
I have never been much of a believer of fortune telling, but he was surprisingly accurate. I know some people may say we were saying things that helped him to have those insights, but we really didn’t offer any information other than asking questions. He was very definitive with his answers.
@oldfort Wow! Please take me to your fortune teller.
@cameo43 - really love your stories about your mom. Today is the one-year anniversary of my mother’s death. She died suddenly, four days before I was flying down to see her, and I am really missing her right now.
I went to a tarot card reader many years ago. She said I had 3 children, and I had 2, and she told me I had one in heaven, which was true. She also predicted my future finances which at the time seemed ludicrous but came true as well.
While my mom was in the icu she told me she saw Jesus in the hallway. There was no one out there. She wasn’t afraid she was like oh wow, Jesus is here. She died a few days later. She wasn’t delusional or crazy. She was lucid and as sure as that as anything. I know he was there for her and it gave her tremendous calm and comfort.
@eyemamom: Was she a Christian who believed in Jesus? Just wondering if a non-Jesus believer would see Jesus.
My mom had just passed away and DH helped me write her obituary. He typed it on the computer while I gave him the info. I told him the date of her birthday - 2/13. I proofread and printed it and my sister brought it to the printers. It mysteriously came back with the 14th on it. My sister said she hadn’t requested any changes.
When I asked my dad about it, he said mom was adamant that her birthday was really on the 14th and that the hospital had made a mistake. We had always assumed that mom just chose to celebrate it on the 14th.
@JandyA Yes she was Catholic.
I was wondering if you all get “visits” by your departed pets as well. I do - I wrote a story to my family, about one experience…they got photos of my experience, I’ll describe the photos…
Dear Family: If you know me at all, by now you know I have a knack for being “visited” by our relatives, friends, and dogs that have passed on. And this week has been no exception.
Tuesday October 6, 2015:
After I spent an unsettled morning taking Gus (my yellow lab) to be euthanized, in the evening I headed out for dinner with a friend. I just needed to get out. We chose a sweet seaside village that has a lovely Main Street with mostly mom and pop shops rather than the usual and customary cookie cutter name brands. As we got out of the van we were chatting about how Gus would come to “visit” – we agreed we would have to wait and see, and just be open and aware. As we turned the corner from the parking lot we came upon a table of clearance sale items in front of a shop. This was on the table…That’s right, a small statue of a dog with angel wings! We laughed and my friend said “Angels?” As I was taking pictures of it I told my friend that I am now in search of my next “dog ring” – I wear little rings with gemstones that represent each of my dogs – and he said “maybe it’s in there” – I wasn’t convinced but we went inside. It was an “Angel Store” (not kidding, every item had either wings or an angel on it!) – I told the clerk what I was looking for, and showed her mine as an example. It turns out they actually had a small selection of costume jewelry and one of the rings would do just fine until I found the “real one” – so I bought it. The rest of the evening was uneventful; well, in terms of Gus anyway. The next day however…
Wednesday October 7th
For about 5 years now, I have been walking two little seaside islands totaling 3.25 miles. It is a respite from all the chaos and as I walk the perimeter there are no streets to cross, no cars to dodge or anything else…well except a few folks walking, sometimes kids, and a LOT of dogs being walked. On one side of me is the ocean with boats of every shape and size bobbing up and down, teams of rowers in their skulls being urged on by their coxswains, and often stand up paddlers doing their thing. On the other side are homes of every shape and size. When I walk I put my headphones on and I just let the cares of the world fall away, I sometimes listen to music, sometimes to guided meditation, and always it is meditative. Today was no exception. Although as I was heading to (my beloved) Balboa I called my best friend to fill her in and chat for a bit. With her in my headset I began my walk and we talked. And talked. And talked. Before I knew it I was walking across the bridge to the “little” island and found that the sidewalk had been torn up and I was having to walk a detour. I turned left and went “inland” - now just to put some perspective on this, the island is only about 4 blocks wide by 10 blocks long, so “inland” may be a stretch, however I have no better way to describe it. As I detoured I was telling her that I had never been “inland” on this little island. After a couple of minutes I felt like I had completely lost my bearings, and I couldn’t determine which direction I was walking. Take a moment to refresh your memory, this island is about 4 blocks wide by 10 blocks long, so it’s not like I was in the midst of some forest with every tree looking the same, nor in a foreign land. But I felt disoriented all the same. I was laughing about the absurdity of it – and after a period of time I opted for turning right. Immediately I saw this…That’s right…a car with a temporary paper licence plate, in all caps, read GUS! So I was telling her what I found, and taking a photo of it, and we were both laughing. I continued down the street and found myself lost again, so I backtracked and again was disoriented and just started going up and down each street (I was actually just looking for the bridge I’d walked over to begin with). After a period of time (10 minutes apparently according to the timestamp between the “GUS” car sighting and the next picture) and I turned another corner and immediately saw this…That’s right! Sitting in front of a cottage was a life sized yellow lab statue wearing a real collar! Of course by now I was laughing so hard because I couldn’t believe what was happening. All the while I’m sharing every step wit my best friend and STILL unable to determine which direction I was walking, where the bridge was, or almost anything else for that matter! So I just kept walking.
As I turned another corner, once again I was face to face with this…the car with the temporary paper licence plate, in all caps that read GUS! I had literally gone around in circles!
Ok, you’ll be happy to know, I did eventually find the bridge and I managed to make it home! My pedometer “usually” clocks 7800 steps for this walk, but when I got to my car I had logged 10,400! I really WAS walking for a very long time trying to find my way back. Apparently Gus had different plans for me that day!
One last key to this story…when I rescued Gus 3 ½ years before, I was delighted to “finally have a big dog I could take on walks with me to Balboa” – however the first time I took him, he was exhausted after the first mile or so (I later learned he had terrible arthritis in his hind quarters). That dream was not to be. I guess that Gus wanted to let me know that he WOULD walk Balboa with me…just in his way, not mine.
I have never been able to find that yellow lab statue, nor was I ever able to find that parked car again (I wanted to ask the owner if I could have the temporary paper plate).