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Pig Lady |
I still am not quite sure if what I am about to tell you actually happened or not. It could have been a really bad nightmare... at least that's what I have been trying to tell myself for years now.
Has anyone ever heard of the Pig Lady? Well, when I heard of her, I was around 12 years old in 2005. I had stayed over at a friend's house and we stayed up all night telling each other scary stories. Then one girl told us about the Pig Lady. She said that it's someone who has a woman's body with the face of a pig. You have to say her name three times and she would appear and chase you.
My husband committed suicide almost seven years ago. He hung himself from a tree in the back yard on a cold rainy February night.
A few days after his funeral, I was coming up the front hallway of my apartment. I lived on the third floor and as I got to the front door to go in, I heard like a whimpering/crying sort of sound. It was pretty loud. At first I thought it might be one of the kids downstairs. The lady below me had three daughters that were different ages. But as I opened the front door to my place the whimpering got louder.
We moved into this home in 1980. I was 10. When we first moved in, we would hear loud whispering in the middle of the night - a woman and a man. You could almost make out what they were saying, but not quite. It would sound like the shower was running for long periods of time in the middle of the night. My parents would get up in the middle of the night to see about this, but of course nothing was going on.
The events I'm about to relate took place over the course of six months to a year, starting on December, 2005. We bought our dream home in Collegeville, Pennsylvania, and made settlement on Sept 12, 2001 -- the day after 9/11! It took me a long time to bond with the beautiful little house because of the timing.
I had two experiences since my brother-in-law was murdered in November, 2010. Both are related to him. He was 20 years old and very close to my son and my husband.
On Christmas Day, my husband was very upset and depressed from losing his brother three weeks prior. He was also there and watched him die, holding him, trying to keep him from bleeding out. Every day he has flashbacks about the whole thing and is still very stressed out and fragile.
That night, when everyone went to sleep, I prayed and prayed that I could get a sign to let me know that my son and my husband would get through this, that everything would be okay and that he was watching over us and protecting him from the bad things that got him killed.
I stopped praying and decided to turn my light off, and as soon as I sat down in my bed I heard something. We have a gold wreath about six inches in diameter with bells on it hanging in the kitchen, which is about 15 feet away from my bedroom. I heard three distinct shakes from it. I sat up in bed and listened for it again, and this time it was loud like it was right next to my door. I got up and went to go look in the kitchen and it was rocking back and forth.
It was the middle of winter, so all the windows were closed -- there was no breeze. I think it was him giving me a sign.
I was with my sister, her husband, my husband, and our dog Molly at an old historic hotel in Virginia City, Nevada, November of 2012. We had adjacent rooms. The men were next door and my sister and I were talking in my room.
In 1991, Glenn was a university student inNova Scotia. What began as an ordinary bus trip back to his home town to visit his parents turned into a confusing distortion of time and space.
I have had numerous experiences throughout my life with the paranormal and believe I am a sensitive. The most recent one was just last week when my Aunt Jean contacted me from the other side.
I had a phone that I bought in October, 2009. I moved in May, 2010 and switched carriers, so could no longer use that phone or the service. Last week, January 6, 2013, I remembered that I had some photos and video on that phone and wanted to retrieve them. I charged up the phone and turned it on.