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Do Ghosts Follow Us?

Updated on November 27, 2017
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"The Vanilla Godzilla" was raised and lived in Ventura County California. USN veteran, divorced, grandkids. Living in Phoenix since 2000.

Are Places Haunted Or Can People Also Be Haunted?

Such a sweet girl, Tegan was a highly successful belly dancer instructor/performer up until her death. I almost reconnected with her, a beautiful person I dated 30 years prior. I was too late by less than a year. Or was I?
Such a sweet girl, Tegan was a highly successful belly dancer instructor/performer up until her death. I almost reconnected with her, a beautiful person I dated 30 years prior. I was too late by less than a year. Or was I? | Source

Finding Old Friends On Facebook

Reuniting with friends, exes, previous co-workers on Facebook is such a wonderful way to link up again even after a long absence in between.

I'm nearly sixty now and to connect with someone from high school, is just amazing! A forty year break in communication and updating all that life you lived to each other can be so heartwarming. Then, I had never thought it could be so heartbreaking as well.

So fortunate to have a very enlightening and different duty station while in the Navy. At twenty two years of age, from outside the metropolitan area of Los Angeles,

I was into the second half of my enlistment of four years in 1981. Whidbey Island was like a breath of fresh air, quite literally to this city boy. The northwestern most armed forces duty station in the continental United States was in the Puget Sound of Washington state. There was a movie being filmed up there while working at the Naval Hospital Naval Air Station, Whidbey Island, WA. You might have heard of it. An Officer And A Gentleman.

True to the characters in the film, many local women dreamed of being whisked off their feet and taken away from the modest town of Oak Harbor.

I have to admit, being a bit more experienced than, oh say some of the other sailors from, let's say Kansas, North Dakota or Arkansas, as examples of young men who couldn't help being from "Small Town America." Their nights might have been limited to a barn dance and meanwhile I'm cruising nightclubs on the Sunset Strip... at sixteen. So I aimed high when I would come in for a landing to have a steady girlfriend.

What a knockout this girl was and I thought the prettiest girl in the region. I'd watch my friend's jaw drop when I introduced her. But who knows why people don't stay together and the restless heart took hold of Teagan Ollie and I. But never forgot her.

Using Facebook to find her, there she was! Oh dear. I I was too late. Poor girlhad passed away from cancer just months prior me finding her memorial page.

I just felt it wasn't fair. She was so young, not even 50 yet. It appeared as though she had stayed right there at Oak Harbor and had a beautiful actress daughter even mentioned on her own wikipedia page and lists Tegan as her parent, of course and what she did for her lifestyle.

I just cried and cried that day as the rain outside fell matching my mood. For a few hours, I sat in my dark condominium and recalled the times we had together in my mind.

I am absolutely sure I took this picture of Tegan before our date over 30 years ago. Why she chose it as her last Facebook cover photograph I'll never know.
I am absolutely sure I took this picture of Tegan before our date over 30 years ago. Why she chose it as her last Facebook cover photograph I'll never know.

I have a classic retro Felix The Cat kitchen clock. The batteries ran out about two years prior to this particularly unusual day. Because after about an hour of grieving, the clock starts running. A half hour goes by and it's still running.

My only explanation is it must be her powering it somehow. "I know it's you Tegan.Thank you for letting me know you're there." I said along with a few other nice things out loud to her. That clock ran on, I thought, dead batteries for about three hours then stopped and hasn't run since.

Incidentally, since that clock's starting and stopping years ago, it started back up again and ran for twenty minutes as I wrote this hub.

Now, tell me this is nothing more than a coincidence! So, I believe, here was a case of myself being haunted by a very sweet spirit.

I Miss My Girlfriend But She Still Visits

September 28, 2013 I awoke from a long, long day nap when I had only wanted to sleep for an hour. It turned into a full "night " of eight hours in there in another world with her, my ex-girlfriend Danise. I wrote this down as soon as possible.

I'm left with a feeling that's more than just a dream and not even an image of her. I had a sleep of peacefulness. She does it to me very rarely. Danise, my "Princess" takes me in there when she wants to. Occasionally I'll catch a faint whiff of her perfume.

Danise died of an accidental prescription overdose in 2010. I wrote a short note about her and what I had just experienced.


IN THERE
I walk in and she's there, in there again and only in there always. She chooses when and I have no control. Then I awaken amazed that I am alive and I live to die another day.

Her picture on the dresser is still now. But she moves when I'm in there and I'm tortured, I'm trapped, I can't walk out when I'm in there and only in there do I see her alive when I'm dead to the world.

Danise aka "Princess" was just 49 when she died seven years ago as of this article in 2010.
Danise aka "Princess" was just 49 when she died seven years ago as of this article in 2010. | Source

My Navy Buddy Likes To Hang Out - 30 Years After His Death

Had a "psychic sensitive" woman (who I had just met) in my condo a couple years ago. Just for the heck of it I asked her what she felt.
She said there was an old man who was confused why I was there. He had a little dog with him. Ok, no big deal. Every place probably had that kind of "ghost" in their place.

Then she said there was a guy who liked to follow me around. I asked why. She said he just likes me. She said his name started with a Z but maybe it was Rick. He was tall and that I knew him long ago.

There was a fellow I knew in the navy who kind of looked after me. RICK "ZEBO" ZIMMERMAN was one of the funniest guys I ever knew. He had died about 25 years prior when he crashed a 3-wheel ATV and broke his neck. When news of what happened to him reached me, it really hit me hard back then. I rarely thought about him but never forgot him.

"Yeah, he's right over there, smiling at you" she said and went on to describe him! It was Rick alright! No way in the world she would EVER have known about Zebo! So Zebo looks after me still!

Trails End Ranch In The Haunted Forrest, California

The old lodge has been there for decades and it would have been a nice place to stay for two weeks. Just wish my sister had told me it was haunted. Always an unexplainable presence loomed.
The old lodge has been there for decades and it would have been a nice place to stay for two weeks. Just wish my sister had told me it was haunted. Always an unexplainable presence loomed.

Housesitting for a week in the huge sprawling vacation retreat built in 1916, my girlfriend, her sister and I quickly found out THE PLACE IS HAUNTED! Separated from society in the (literally named) Haunted Forest 53 acres in Webb Canyon Claremont, California used as a hunting lodge Electric Company employees go for relaxation. It's near the haunted Thompson Creek Trail.

There's the main house which at the time, had snarling stuffed animal heads on the walls, a back house, an unkept tennis court, a huge back lawn and wasn't operational to accommodate guests.

My sister had conveniently neglected to tell me it was haunted until she got back because she was desperate to find someone to watch it for HER while she went away on her vacation. It's the summer of 1977 and the three of us housesitters are in high school.

My girlfriend, Cathy and I take the master bedroom. There's a room just called "Amy's Room" was across the hall. A creepy kid's room made to appear as though she still lived there.

Cathy's sister sleeping in there screams out one night. She's standing in the middle of that room just staring at a doll! She sleeps with us rest of the week.

All three of us keep seeing a glimpse of someone walking way out back on this enormous lawn and a shadow walking in the dining room to and from the kitchen which is freezing!

Off to the left is the servant's entry to the freezing cold kitchen. This is where we'd catch a glimpse of someone walking but when you focused your attention, it was gone just like that.
Off to the left is the servant's entry to the freezing cold kitchen. This is where we'd catch a glimpse of someone walking but when you focused your attention, it was gone just like that.
The front veranda area of the lodge at Trails End Ranch. To the right is the creepy "Amy's room."
The front veranda area of the lodge at Trails End Ranch. To the right is the creepy "Amy's room." | Source

We find a big hidden back house about the size of a two story apt. We open a very large walk in closet. It's painted a garish deep red!

We go upstairs and it's one large room that's covered with undreds of dead bees! That did it. We get out of that backhouse as soon as possible.
Then there was the pet monkey named Skipper. He was in a rather small cage that was about 300 yards from the lodge. Randomly, very late at night, he would yell and the last night he ripped the door completely off from the inside and escaped!

The end of that week didn't come fast enough. These pictures are from modern photographs compared to when we were there in 1977 because it was unkept and dusty without long tables and many chairs. Below is a link to the college information regarding group information.

https://www.pomona.edu/administration/dining/catering/trails-end-ranch

My Deceased Neighbor Plays Tricks On Me

Three a.m. "The Haunting Hour." I'm awakened by a loud crash in my living room. Sounds like a heavy body had slammed against a wall in a corner, off the other wall, slid down, then two thumps on the floor inside my place. Right there in that corner, I was sure of it. Physically impossible for anyone to be on the outside because it's the second story.

Next night, I'm awake in my bed in the next room. Sure enough at three a.m that same SLAM!! SLAM!! (sliding sound on the wall) then a bouncing sound on the floor. WHAM!! WHAM!! I bolt out of bed running into the living room. But nothing, it appears. is the cause nor is anyone there.

A couple of nights go by, I'm asleep in front of the TV. But it's three a.m. and I don't realize it. Then the sounds are loud and clear and I'm petrified as they jolt me awake with a start within just a foot or two from where I sat! For at least five minutes I make no movement at all. My eyes as big as saucers, I'm sure. But nothing else happens and I finally relax.

The next night I know what to do because I have had just about enough of this haunting or whatever it is. Three a.m. and there it goes, right on queue!

I run from the bedroom, into the corner of the living room and shout, "STOP IT! JUST STOP THIS RIGHT NOW! YOU'RE SCARING ME AND I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF THIS! DO YOU HEAR ME?!"

So what in Heaven's name (or in hell) was it? Well, my "snow bird" neighbor is a widow and about six months prior to all of this, her husband had died. Their second story bedroom was across the hall from my living room above a breezeway in our two story condo complex.

Burl, her husband, and I were The Odd Couple if there ever was a pair. He was about 25 years older than I, weighed about 125 lbs more and was a college professor. We really enjoyed hanging out with each other and had great discussions on deep subjects from Ford Mustangs to quantum physics. I sincerely missed him when he died.


Getting more details from his wife, she said he had a heart attack (I knew that much) but he had collapsed in that same bedroom just across the breazeway from my condo and he had slammed against the wall, falling on the floor and that's what alerted her into the room. That's where the paramedics found him still alive.

Poor Burl. He was just reliving the moment over and over. Either he just HAD to tell me about it or enjoyed haunting me and scaring the life nearly out of me.


The sounds have completely stopped. I told Burl (speaking to the area in my living room) that I was sorry I was so harsh with him but especially sorry he's gone and thanks for not haunting me anymore.

I couldn't find a picture of him and perhaps I'll ask his widow when I see her come winter if she has one I could have.

The Benjamin Loers House Oak Harbor, WA.

My roommates and I got our car stuck in the mud in front of a house on The National Registry of Houses. The owners helped us out, brought us inside and said they felt a presense in the middle upstairs room. I'll admit, we roomies did also.
My roommates and I got our car stuck in the mud in front of a house on The National Registry of Houses. The owners helped us out, brought us inside and said they felt a presense in the middle upstairs room. I'll admit, we roomies did also. | Source

The Haunted Forrest

Not a building but a vast area of forrest was probably named The Haunted Forrest for good reason. I did not know until after our little adventure, the lodge was on the edge of it.
Not a building but a vast area of forrest was probably named The Haunted Forrest for good reason. I did not know until after our little adventure, the lodge was on the edge of it.

In Conclusion

In my cases of hauntings, they DO seem to be real, at least to me. The fact that Tegan and "Zebo" had "followed me" from Washington state to Arizona means I am a haunted person. At least by them. Danise was over my place quite often so that could be me and/or my condo. Burl was just next door. The ranch was, more or less, a "haunted house" in an area known for that kind of activity.

Having not actually to have "seen" a ghost means nothing to me because I believe these unexplained fully true tales of paranormal all to be actual hauntings.


© 2017 Dan W Miller

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