I was quite amazed when my brother Bryan told me of his own ghostly encounter. It was just a couple of days before Thanksgiving. Bryan, his wife and my other brother Stewart were on their way down River Road 1492 to Stewart's house in Wimberley. They were headed in toward town and had just passed the one lane bridge when to their astonishment, a whispy human shape came up from the Blanco River, crossed the road in front of them and disappeared up the hill.
Bryan hit the brakes, bringing his truck to such a sudden stop, that the engine stalled out.
After a few seconds of complete silence, Bryan said, "PLEASE tell me that you both saw that!" Stewart suddenly started talking very fast, but it is unclear what he said. Then, he cursed!
Bryan's wife (who shall remain nameless because she is now his ex-wife) said, "That was a ghost, wasn't it?" Being as I was still at my home in Killeen, Bryan waited until he dropped Stewart off and then called me from there to give me his report.
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Even before my father came down with his final illness, my mother, whom everybody called "Dody", was the family banker and book keeper. In spite of her lack of computer skills and the tiny space which was her office, her records of every transaction were neatly kept, either in hard copy or in digital form on her computer.
One night, in the evening hours after a particularly difficult session with the computer and being quite tired, she was deciding whether or not she should call it a night and finish up in the morning.
After a minute or two, she decided to finish the job and then head for bed. As she finished up and was about to turn off the computer, she felt a pat on her right shoulder and heard a faint voice say, "You're doing fine, Dody." It was the voice of her father.
Mom told me that the experience gave her a warm, peaceful feeling and felt no fear.
Edited by Captain Kundalini, 20 March 2017 - 11:23 PM.