A True Ghost Story: The Second Last Stop

The Second Last Stop - A True Ghost Story

As I mentioned in the first installment of the Get Spooky series, I have a couple personal ghost stories to share. These events are truly dear to me. Perhaps because of my love of science, I hold these experiences in high regard, because they are irrevocably unexplainable for me.

Up until this point, I haven't shared these moments at all, except with a select few people. In fact, the story below is one that I;ve only shared with Jay until now.

Why am I sharing this personal story with you then?

Simply, it just feels like time to do so. I guess I've come to a point where I want to put a timestamp on these events and what better place than on my blog? So here's my first story, "The Second Last Stop".

The Second Last Stop - A True Ghost Story

The Second Last Stop

I have an uncle. We'll name him Tom (not really his name, but for this post that's how we're going to roll.)

He was just... intermittently there, while I was growing up.

Besides family ties, I didn't have much readily in common with him, except for maybe one thing. I admired his career. He worked in an industry that I was fascinated with, and thought at one point, I'd end up there with a similar career as well.

But, that's about it.

EDIT Oct 31, 2017: Recently, photos have arisen of my hanging out with my uncle at the Ex when I was maybe five, and having a great time. His kids wouldn't have been born yet, so as the only niece/nephew living locally, my aunt and uncle undoubtedly took care of me here and there, and I, unfortunately, have no memory of it.

As I had grew older though, and there were a lot more nieces and nephews around, let alone his own two sons, I don't think I ever went out of my way to simply hang out with him.

So that's why, what happened near the end of May 2009, was so very weird to me.

I woke up on a Saturday morning in absolute tears. I found myself flat out bawling from a dream I just had. And well, that's not normal for me. It's in fact, never happened before, and hasn't happened since. As far as I can tell, I'm not one to make noise when waking from a nightmare. So, to wake up into an ugly cry, and making an utter wet mess of my pillow for a good few minutes straight, was something new.

I had woken from a weird dream featuring my Uncle Tom.

In my dream, I was standing in a bus terminal, near a bus that was ready to take off and Tom walked up to me and gave me a hug. He said, "I know we haven't talked much lately, but I gotta go, I have to say goodbye."

We kept hugging, and weirdly I didn't want to let go. I asked him, "Why? Why are you leaving like this?" and that's when I started to cry in my dream (and judging by my pillow, outside of my dream as well.)

If this moment beside a bus had happened in real life, I would have said, "Have a great trip. Travel safely." Or something along those polite lines. I certainly wouldn't have been clinging, almost begging him to stay. Considering that he and my aunt had divorced a few years or so before, I wouldn't have wanted to be near him at all.

I suddenly woke up after my plea, a bit shocked to find that those tears in my dream were in fact real. I wound up lying in bed for over half an hour to fully shake away the sobs and depression that I inexplicably felt all over.

I was so confused and flabbergasted at myself for feeling such immense hurt from an uncle that I didn't think of much at all anymore.

While trying to calm myself down, I started to think it through and convince myself that I must have felt compelled to somehow say goodbye to him, even if only in a dream.

It didn't make much sense, but it was the best I could come up with.

Once I felt more at ease, I walked down the stairs from my bedroom to the kitchen for a late breakfast, only to be stopped on the way by my mother. It's not an uncommon thing to happen. She'd usually brief me on what tasks she'd want to have accomplished during the day, so I didn't think anything strange about it, until she physically pulled me over to the side of the hallway and whispered...

"You're the first I'm telling this among you and your siblings. Your Uncle Tom passed away last night."

I think I said, "Um, okay." as I was quietly freaking out over this huge coincidence.

How is it, that after perhaps a full year of not even randomly thinking of my uncle at all, I dream of him saying goodbye, only to learn that he's well and truly gone that very same night/early morning?

I started to wonder if I overheard the phone-call that my mom no doubt had that morning, but that's such a highly improbable feat all on its own.

The only way that could have happened is if my mother was speaking to my aunt, while in my room, and my door was locked. Never mind that she would never come into my bedroom with the phone in the first place, like ever, it just didn't happen.

So, had I been visited by my uncle's spirit before he moved on? Did I have some extended experience beyond Jung's Collective Unconscious theory?

I have absolutely no clue.

What I do know is that I still physically shake while thinking about it, which has made typing this out an interesting exercise.

Great Canadian Ghost Stories

There are a ton of great ghost stories to be found online, and our favourite Ranting Ginger has compiled a great list of ghost stories from Canadian Bloggers, including posts from Life on Manitoulin, Mama Bear's Haven, Whispered Inspirations, and more! I would entirely encourage you to check them out.

Do you have a ghost story? I would love to hear your experiences, so please share them in the comments below!

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