When I as 15 years old, we had moved to a different house. The house was built during World War II and reminded me of "A Nightmare on Elm Street". There is actually a horse buried in the back yard. You couldn't see the front of the house because of all the overgrown trees and bushes. It doesn't look that way anymore though. All the trees, but one, were cut down and the house went through a lot of repair. It's actually pretty now. Although the house went through much change and many things were gotten rid of, there are some things you can't see right away that still remain.
My room was on the first floor, a floor away from the others. It was nice. I had my own bathroom. What more could a teenage girl want, right. Shortly after, it started to look not so nice anymore. My lights would start to flicker in my room, while all the other lights remained on. I would question my mother and she would dismiss it as an electrical short. Of course, my reaction would be, "Well if it's a short than why doesn't this happen all the time? Why is it only when I'm alone at night down here? But she kept insisting it was a short and she left it at that. Needless to say, the flickering continued for quite a while.
After a while you kind of get use to things, so you just let it be and ignore it like the rest. Then soon the ghostly dreaming began. I walked into this big room. The room actually looked like mine, but much, much bigger. I had no clue where I was until I saw the coffin and the flowers. And I remember thinking to myself, "Who died"? I slowly started to walk towards the coffin, but not too close and stood there and looked contradicting whether or not I should open the coffin to see who is inside. As I began to get a little closer, what happened next scared me terribly. All of the sudden the top half of the coffin sprung open and a woman popped up, then she smiled at me and said, "Hi". Well, I don't know about you, but that is not the best way for someone to tell you they are dead. I turned around and took off for the door. After I made it out the door, I woke up. I didn't lose one piece of that dream and will always remember it until the day I pass on. The next morning I woke up and told my mother about it. She said it was just a scary dream.
The next dream I had, shortly after that night, was quite short. The woman was in her wheelchair. I thought that was kind of strange. Why would she be in her wheelchair? She's dead right? She started to wheel herself over to me and again I started to run away and then woke up. I again mention the dream to my mother. Well, finally after mentioning this one she talked to my cousin. My Uncle's mother use to live in this house, but I had never met her. My cousin spoke with me and I told him about the dreams I was having. He said that I just described his great grandmother's funeral perfectly. I described the dress she was wearing, the color of the coffin, her hairstyle, and even which way the coffin was pointing. Also, he told me she used a wheelchair. She also once had lived in this house before his grandmother. Well, feeling better about the situation, I finally decided if she came to me again, I would talk to her.
That dream did come, soon afterward. Again, she was in her wheelchair. Instead of running, I walked up to her. She told me I needed to do something for her. She wanted me to find something in the house (I know what it is). For some reason, I can't remember everything today about what we talked about, perhaps because I was comfortable. I remember shortly before waking up, I was pushing her along in her wheelchair while we talked. I never did find what she asked me too. I looked, but with no luck. This was the last dream I had of her. I did see her on my bed once. My room was once her room. She is still in the house, but never hurts anyone. I will continue another story on this subject.
After I moved, out of my parent's house, I had another experience with flickering lights at my apartment. I was alone and hoping for my husband to walk through the door. All I thought about was, "Here I go again". He did walk in shortly and the lights went back to normal after he opened the front door. I did have another dream shortly afterward. My grandfather came to me. He wanted to tell my mother something. He was passing the message through me so I could tell her. I again freaked out and woke up. I was going to a church then that said spirits can be evil and you should never trust them. To this day, I wish I would have stayed and listened to him. I didn't feel anything bad when he came to me, but hearing that message from that church kind of stuck in my head. I don't go there anymore. I still wonder what he was going to tell me. He never came back to talk with me, perhaps he sensed my fear and doesn't want to scare me. He also had a gift. A very strong one I might add.
After my boyfriend died many years ago, I also went through another stage of flickering lights. He came to me while I was awake though. It does not happen every time with every spirit. Has anyone else experienced this as well?