The Coffee Drinking Ghost

 "Making of espresso coffee" A photo By Fretti in 2008

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One morning while sleeping at my parents house I woke up about 7:45am from the sound of activity outside of my bedroom door, I got up and started working upstairs in the house checking my e-mail and other regular chores.

Downstairs I could clearly hear what I thought were my parents walking around preparing coffee, walking up and down the stairs and using the door down to the basement, by 8:15am I was totally sure they had just gotten up early and were preparing the morning as I could clearly hear and smell the fresh brewing coffee in the downstairs coffee maker, I still had more to do on the computer so I decided to not bother them in the bustling downstairs chores, with contious sounds of energic cheerful work.

It came as a great suprice to me when I at 8:55am I could hear my parents waking up talking in the bedroom and soon after emerged to head downstairs and start making breakfast brew coffee and so on. I was totally stunned to find out for one full hour what I had heard and even smelled was of spiritual  nature and not my parents. 

This used to be the family house of my step-father and unknown to me until then they knew their parents were still walking the house they built and lived in all of their long lives.

The Evil Up The Road

Back when I was a child my family lived on a very populated road about 4 miles outside of town. It was just off the main highway. If you followed this road about a mile and a half from the highway, you would come to a left turn onto a side road.  That side road was just a dirt road that was not paved. There was only one house back that road. I was always being told by my older brother and older sister as well as both my parents to never go back that road for any reason. My Mother always said that there was some kind of evil back that road.

Through the years I heard many of neighbors say stay away from that road as well. That was until one night not long after I got my drivers license.  My friend and I were out driving around just because we could. I had my license and my parents bought me a secondhand car and I could drive when and where I wanted to. I picked up my friend who lived about three blocks from me and we drove into town and hung out with a few other friends.

As we headed back home that night, my friend said he wanted to go back that road. I told him no way and that he as well as everyone else in the neighborhood has always said stay away from that road. As we got closer to home he finally managed to convince me to take that left turn and drive back the road of evil, as people in my neighborhood called it. I had to admit even though I was scared still, I always wondered what it was that was so evil back that side road and who lived in the only house back there because we never saw them whomever it was.

We made the turn and it was just a few minutes after 10PM. We drove past the short dirt lane where the only house on that road stood and we could see light in only one window of the house. We drove another half-mile or so and we came to the end of the road, a dead end. As I turned the car around, I got this nervous, sick feeling in my stomach knowing that we had to drive this road once again to get off of it. My friend looked at me and said that he didn't know what it was but that, he felt strange. I started to drive faster and right before we reached the short lane where the old house stood, we both saw what at first I thought was an elderly lady along the road.

As we got closer and I slowed down a bit we could both see that this woman was transparent. You could see her but you could also see straight through her. What we were seeing was an apparition. Her hair was long, straggly and her skin was as white as snow and it seemed that there was blood on her face and many other places on her body I stopped the car and we both looked out the passenger side window. She turned and looked in at us and then just disappeared right in front of us while she was standing there.

We took off and didn't waste any time. I was driving down that road like i was in a race car and to be honest, it is a wonder we made it to the end of that road alive and as I stated earlier, I had just had my drivers lichens two days prior  to this experience. I was not by anybody's definition, an experienced driver. Given my inexperience behind the wheel and as frightened as we both were, we are truly lucky that the car did not wreck with both of us in it. After what seems like a long time we came to the end of the road. We turned left and got back on the main road and went about a half mile and I pulled over and I was breathing hard. I looked over at my friend and he asked me what the hell was that we saw?  Then he stated, it had to be a ghost and then said please let's just get home. I started to pull out back onto the road and I checked my rear view mirror for any oncoming traffic and, as I looked in the mirror, there this woman was, sitting in the back seat of my car. I yelled for my friend to look in the back seat, as he did, she just disappeared into thin air again. Weeks later we both told our parents about our experience. Even though both my parents and his were upset that we even went back that side road. My friend's parents  told us both that about 50 years before my friend and I were even born, there was a gruesome murder back that road and a elderly women was murdered. They told us that this elderly women had been stabbed,shot and,beat up. My guess is, the woman we saw was the woman that was murdered on that road. I think her ghost walks that road at night. I can tell you one thing, My friend and I both to this day have never and will never go back that road again for any reason !

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Guardian Angel

Kongsbakken High School on-top of the hill,

the concrete steps are in the very left part of this picture

This happened one cold October morning in downtown Tromsø, Norway. I learned an important lesson this day, to never try to use a outdoors stair with nothing to grab onto if the steps happen to be slippery, the Kongsbakken stairs are now upgraded with railings on both sides, at least in the upper half, making them safer but still very dangerous to use when covered by invisible ice.

This all happened as I was taken totally off-guard unaware of the invisible layer of ice that covered the steps from top to bottom. When I realized my mistake it was already too late, my speed down to the next step escalated, to my surprise I did not lose my balance and continued to the next step, for each just at the point of losing my balance it felt like something was there with me pushing me back whenever i was about to fall backwards, and thug me just enough to prevent me from falling forward or to either side, step by step all the way down the long steps with no way of slowing down, startled I looked up wondering how I was able to pass this ordeal not falling for so many steps in a row. Reaching the first flat midsection my hope increased of being able to stop, but no my speed was to high and I slid right over to the next section of steps. I am amazed that my feet could move that fast, they never skipped a step and I actually managed to get down to the larger flat section where the steps is crossed by a path, and continued down on the side of the steps for the rest of the hill this was one of my most bizarre and scary experiences.

When I think about it I have never broken a single bone in my body, and I very rarely fall when walking on even the most dangerous ice, think this is because of being protected, and that we all have our personal guardian angels that help us out when possible.

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Hero, the faithful dog

This is a story from Petter in Norway.
This is a recap of what happened after my black Labrador, Hero, died when he was 11 years old, and it spans over a period of 10 years. I have always been very skeptical and have never believed in reincarnation, but sometimes one would wonder.

In life Hero was a very normal black Labrador retriever and he used to follow me everywhere, faithfully having a daily chore of escorting me to my school bus, and waiting until It picked me up, He would make sure I was protected where ever I'd go. Then about 1 year after he died of old age, one of our cats gave birth to a female black kitten. In all our years this was the only time any of our many farm cats got a black kitten. Jokingly we remarked hey she looks a bit like Hero, she even have his white flag shaped spot on her chest. We named the kitten Euphra and she was always a bit odd, I never heard her meow and she would run not like any of our other cats, and we often said jokingly she must be a reincarnation of Hero, since her behavior was more like a dog than a cat, but still always considered this to be more a coincidence than anything else. (see Petter's other post in this blog about coincidences)

 

A few years later Euphra passed away and I moved to Tromsø to study, I always walked a lot, and during the first year I often saw this one kid about 7 or 8 years old playing along in this one part I passed while walking to or from the University. Then one day the kid stopped me and asked where my dog was, he insisted he had seen me walk by with my dog almost every day now for over a year. I told him he must be mistaken since I did not have any dogs, though I do walk by almost every day. The kid was very persistent and continued telling me what the dog looked like even describing the unique flag shaped white spot on his chest, a perfect description of Hero my old dog from years earlier. It does make you wonder if there really are something more, and if so it seemed my old dog Hero was still with me even 10 years after he passed away.

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