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Date: Wed, 19 Aug 1998 09:05:40 +0100
From: Joan Chapell (joan.chapell@virgin.net)
To: ghost-discuss@aurora.cdb.com
Subject: Hello
I've just joined the group and have enjoyed reading the stories.
My Brother's Ghost Story
My brother, his then wife, and another couple used to play the glass and letter "game" as a regular thing, despite my fears about what they were doing. Things were getting out of hand - filthy language was being used, and evil predictions being made. One night they asked the glass a certain question (they would not tell me what) and the glass exploded under their fingers. They were so shocked they never played again. However, things went from bad to worse for both couples. Their mnarriages broke up,and the man of the other couple contracted a fatal brain tumour. He spent his last days in a nursing home in a private room and none of the nurses liked to be alone with him, because he would stare with terror struck eyes into the corner and make dreadful noises (perhaps not surprising with a brain tumour, but he certainly terrified the professionals in charge, who were no doubt used to seeing unpleasant things). My brother visited the evening he died, and it was an unpleasant experience. He stayed for a while and on his way out he was walking down the corridor towards the stairs when he spied an exceedingly thin old man coming up the stairs towards him, so emaciated that he stood out for that reason and drew my brother's attention. The old man walked past my brother without looking at him in the direction of John's room. My brother turned round to look at him again, and he had disappeared into thin air! At the funeral he was talking to John's ex-wife, who said that just before John died he had looked exactly like his late father, who was an exceptionally thin old man when he died. Looks like father came to collect his son, doesn't it? The tragedies continued. John had left his ex-wife with two very young children to bring up. About a fortnight after he died, she suffered a massive stroke in front of the two tiny children, and died then and there. My brother lost his business, his house, his money, his family, and his health. He has since remarried a very nice lady, but he is a bitter and disappointed man, and I feel that he is under some sort of possession. To my horror I heard that he and his second wife were going to a medium of some sort, who was saying ridiculous things to him, none of which bore any resemblance to people in our family who had passed on. They were then taken up by a couple who turned out to be practising black magicians and my sister-in-law was the focus of their attention. I strongly advised them to drop the medium and the couple, which thankfully they did.
I believe that most mediums are sincere and generous people, and I have known many of them, but the fakers are a darn nuisance.
I remember when I first joined this group that someone (was it Bonnie or Del Rhea) mentioned a children's counting rhyme about Bloody Mary. I would very much like to know the words. The lady in question said it scared her a lot.
Greetings to all of you from me in Gloucestershire, England.