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A Personal Ghost Story
by Psychic Dolores

26th October, 2009 - Posted by Dolores x8038closeAuthor: Dolores x8038 Name: Dolores
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About: Dolores has always been interested in revealing and solving the unknown. Ever since Dolores was young, she knew she had a special ability to feel and know things about people and situations, without them giving her any information beforehand. Starting when she was 9. Dolores would walk to the library and went directly to the section relating to dreams, esp, reincarnation, palm readings, ghosts, and tarot, etc. She read anything she could on these subjects. She has predicted events before they happen, which has allowed Dolores to discover her true potential helping others. In addition, she has been known to give people names of someone they know or are about to meet in the future. Dolores is honest, happy, kind and a good listener. She specializes in people and names, along with relationships and career with approximate time predictions. Dolores is proud of her abilities and wishes to help the most people she can!See Authors Posts (2)

This story is about my brother Ronnie. When we were growing up, we hung out together and were best friends as well as brother and sister. We always talked about ghosts and if one of us died first, we would contact the other. When my brother was the age of 10 he saw an angel kneeling with hands together praying on the fence that was on the top of the hill in our back yard. Shortly after, my beautiful Aunt died of leukemia at the age of 34.

My brother Ronnie, who never had any more than the flu growing up, died of lung cancer at the age of 34, going very fast. I knew something wasn’t right when I would be walking in front of him, as he would always be walking so fast that I would have to call to him to slow down. He also looked like he was sick; I said to my mother, ‘he looks like death warmed over.’

The Signs…
One night, I had a dream of a ruined city and people with no faces, which means that someone close to you in the immediate family is going to die soon. Also, a year before, he had broken my full length mirror, bringing it up the stairs when he was helping me move. (In superstition terms, this means death.) The last movie we went to see before he died was called “Life After Death,” which was about spirits roaming around after the soul leaves their body.

About a month before he died, I went to over his house and he was building a cabinet for clothes. I said, ‘Oh my God it looks like a coffin!’ He yelled at me and said ‘it’s not a coffin, it’s a cabinet!’

Two days before he died, I was going to meet him over my mom’s. I had the worst headache I could ever remember having. I took something, laid down for a nap, fell asleep and didn’t wake up until it was too late to go. When I called my mother, she told me that it was a good thing I wasn’t there; he fell getting up from the chair and she had called the paramedics.

The Discovery…
He died two days later at 4:00 a.m. At the funeral, I could hear him call my name. After the funeral my other brother Garry and I went to his house, where we couldn’t open the combination lock on the upstairs door, where my brother had kept his artwork. I told Gary to try hitting the lock with a hammer…one hit opened the lock. We were totally in shock, got so scared and ran out of there so fast!!!

When Ronnie died, I took the cabinet he had built and placed it in my bedroom on the side of my bed. After everyone left the funeral they came over to my house. I noticed the cabinet was dusty and looked like it needed a polish, so I sprayed it with polish and it left a circle and started banging from the inside of the cabinet. I knew my brother to be finicky about fingerprints and people touching his stuff…but even after death!!! I screamed to everyone downstairs who also said they heard it, I said “I’m sorry, Ronnie won’t do that again!!!”

Three days later (3 being my brother’s favorite number), I was woken up by the cabinet banging at 4:00 a.m.; the time he had died. I immediately called my mother and had her listen through the phone! It happened one more time which added to three, but never again. But because it was so bad and so late at night the neighbors next-door thought I was doing it intentionally and started banging on the walls at night to wake me up. I

The last time something happened, was when I was waiting for the bus to take me to the graveyard to place flowers on his grave. It had been raining and while I waited, my brother’s best friend, who didn’t come to the funeral saw me while driving his car pulled over.

“Where are you going; do you need a ride?”

“I’m going to Ronnie’s grave to put flowers on it”

“Hop in and I’ll give you a ride there and back. I’ll go with you to the grave site.”

Just as I placed the flowers on the grave the sun broke through the clouds, and it was as bright and beautiful as could be.

Also, I added his insurance numbers together to see if it would add up to 34 and it did add up to the age he was when he died.

Never again after that did anything ever happen to spook me. I guess he moved on or thought that was enough for me…