edgitarra
Jedi Council Member
I decided to share some memories that I got from my grandmother and also my grand-grand mother; they are quite interesting and they were some sort of initiation for me in the childhood, when i started to realize that world has more than just what we see.
My grandparents live in a countryside place called Cimpuri - Surduc(Surduc Fields), and it was the place where I used to go(still use to when I am visiting Romania) since I was a child, I enjoyed going in the forests, exploring wilderness, but I always had this feeling that something is extra there; so one time I went with my mom to the countryside, and usually after spending the day outside playing or helping my mom, we were settling in the house in the evening, having the dinner and me just listening my mom and my grandma talking all kinds of stories(from their childhood until the 80' 90', funny stories, life situations etc.). At one point I remember that they arrived to the subject of dead people not "resting in their grave", and strange apparitions(even though it seemed so natural for my grandma to talk about this, I think it is something normal for people at the countryside, as they might have encounters), and then my grandmother stops and she starts telling something that at that time scarred the begeez out of me: it happened several nights when she had to wake up and go to the toilet(the toilet is outside the house, very basic), but when she exits the room she sees in one of the corners of the corridor of the house a completely dark silhouette, just standing there not moving at all; at first she thought that it was her husband(which sleeps in a separate room). She calls it by his name but no answer. Being afraid of going closer she goes to the toilet and when she comes back, no more dark silhouette.
Another story which seems strikingly strange was told by my gran-gran mother who used to live about 15 kilometers from this place, about 2 villages further; her husband died 40 years ago, and she had to live completely alone(the place where she lived was kind of isolated and she had forests around; i think it is the only person i know that lived so much time alone), except she had a nephew coming from time to time and visit her, bringing her materials she needed for weaving etc.; it happened around 20-30 years ago(i do not know exactly)in the winter period; the surroundings are just incredible when it is snowing, she had a small folk style house and around groups of hay gathered in a conic form(like small mountains of hay). One day, close to the sunset she sees a man walking in her garden(where she has all the hay), this man was dressed in a very old fashioned clothes(like an noir detective from the 20' which was also strange for her to see), just going further in the garden; in the beginning she thought it was a joke that her nephew was doing, he used to do this kind of scenes, so she calls him, but no answer: that man was still going being ignorant to her calls; after a moment he disappears after a pile of hay, so she decides to run after him. Guess what: when she arrives at the pile of hay, the footsteps just end in front of the pile, like that man entered in it and simply vanished. No other footstep traces.
What I was thinking about this was that it might have been possible for her to slip into a parallel reality? Or that man to appear in this reality? Strange though.
She died at 92 years, and me and my uncle had to stay in the same house with the body in the coffin, and I remember how scared we were(we went in the room holding hands ), because the light in the room kept turning on.
My grandparents live in a countryside place called Cimpuri - Surduc(Surduc Fields), and it was the place where I used to go(still use to when I am visiting Romania) since I was a child, I enjoyed going in the forests, exploring wilderness, but I always had this feeling that something is extra there; so one time I went with my mom to the countryside, and usually after spending the day outside playing or helping my mom, we were settling in the house in the evening, having the dinner and me just listening my mom and my grandma talking all kinds of stories(from their childhood until the 80' 90', funny stories, life situations etc.). At one point I remember that they arrived to the subject of dead people not "resting in their grave", and strange apparitions(even though it seemed so natural for my grandma to talk about this, I think it is something normal for people at the countryside, as they might have encounters), and then my grandmother stops and she starts telling something that at that time scarred the begeez out of me: it happened several nights when she had to wake up and go to the toilet(the toilet is outside the house, very basic), but when she exits the room she sees in one of the corners of the corridor of the house a completely dark silhouette, just standing there not moving at all; at first she thought that it was her husband(which sleeps in a separate room). She calls it by his name but no answer. Being afraid of going closer she goes to the toilet and when she comes back, no more dark silhouette.
Another story which seems strikingly strange was told by my gran-gran mother who used to live about 15 kilometers from this place, about 2 villages further; her husband died 40 years ago, and she had to live completely alone(the place where she lived was kind of isolated and she had forests around; i think it is the only person i know that lived so much time alone), except she had a nephew coming from time to time and visit her, bringing her materials she needed for weaving etc.; it happened around 20-30 years ago(i do not know exactly)in the winter period; the surroundings are just incredible when it is snowing, she had a small folk style house and around groups of hay gathered in a conic form(like small mountains of hay). One day, close to the sunset she sees a man walking in her garden(where she has all the hay), this man was dressed in a very old fashioned clothes(like an noir detective from the 20' which was also strange for her to see), just going further in the garden; in the beginning she thought it was a joke that her nephew was doing, he used to do this kind of scenes, so she calls him, but no answer: that man was still going being ignorant to her calls; after a moment he disappears after a pile of hay, so she decides to run after him. Guess what: when she arrives at the pile of hay, the footsteps just end in front of the pile, like that man entered in it and simply vanished. No other footstep traces.
What I was thinking about this was that it might have been possible for her to slip into a parallel reality? Or that man to appear in this reality? Strange though.
She died at 92 years, and me and my uncle had to stay in the same house with the body in the coffin, and I remember how scared we were(we went in the room holding hands ), because the light in the room kept turning on.