Ghost Communication Story

Ruth Gray's ghost story of earthbound communication.

A high school friend and I text quite a bit. I had seen her dad a few times in spirit but never her mom. I had thought that maybe her mom had moved on into her next lifetime. But then, Lisa texted she had a dream about her mom dying. So I thought maybe she never crossed over and asked Lisa if she wanted me to look for her. Although I had never done this, we thought we'd give it a try.

I asked Lisa for her mom's maiden name because I wasn't sure what to look for. I called out both names, asking her to show me where she was.

It was a short but bizarre journey through weeds, trees, forests, etc. I then saw some kids playing in a river with a tire swing and thought maybe she went back in time. But as I called her name again, I moved on and came up behind someone sitting on a bench near a lake. I knew in an instant it was her because she said, "Now for heaven's sake Ruthie, what are you doing here!" I texted Lisa that I had found her, recording the following conversation as it happened.

"Now Hilda, what are you doing here?"

She shrugged and said, "Having fun." (She is smoking a cigarette. Hilda was a big smoker.)

"Why didn't you cross over?" I asked.

"Didn't feel like it. Didn't seem the right time. I wanted to have fun -- enjoy. I couldn't do that before, you know."

"No, I didn't know," I said.

"How did you find me?"

"I called out your name, both names. I can do that now." (I paused, but she didn't say anything.) "Lisa contacted me. She had a dream about you dying," I told Hilda.

"But I ain't dead yet."

"Yes, you are," I responded.

"No. I just don't have an earth body. It's kind of like being invisible." (We are now sitting on a bench, and she pulls out another cigarette.) "I like being able to go where I want with nobody tellin' me what to do. That's bullshit. And I can go anywhere, just by thinking about it," Hilda exclaimed.

"Have you been home? I mean, the last place you lived at?" I asked her.

"Oh, yeah. Pissin' with them people was fun. But I got kinda' bored, so I moved on."

"Have you been to see your daughters?"

"From time to time. Not very often, though. They get along fine without me. That Joanie, though. I've got a few things I'd like to tell her though!" said Hilda.

"Why don't you?" I asked.

"What, now?"

I nodded.

"Nope." (She crushed out her cigarette, but refused to explain herself.) "Look. If you really can do what you say you can, tell my daughters I love them; but I'm having fun now. Why can't anybody get that through their thick heads!"

"So others have confronted you?" I inquired.

"Yup. And I keep tellin' em I ain't ready to leave!"

"I know you know why Lisa had that dream." (Hilda is just staring at me but she won't talk to me.) "Talk to me. Make me understand," I asked her.

Someone came up from behind me and said, "No, it is not time yet." (I got up and walked away with the angel. I don't know who it was.)

"She didn't tell me because you came up behind me," I declared to this being.

"That's true. She doesn't trust us."

"What can I do?"

"Wait awhile, and see if she comes back to you. If not, we'll find her again."

Two days later, I was on my way home from work when Hilda came to me. She said she was ready to leave. I showed her where the white light was. She threw down her cigarettes and walked in. Lisa's dad was waiting for her. Not long ago, they had a party that lasted for three earth days. I texted Lisa around that time, and she said she wasn't surprised. It was her mom and dad's anniversary the day I texted her.

It seems to me that Hilda left us some clues as to how earthbound spirits -- ghosts may think.