Story of my family’s encounter with a ghost pretending to be my mom

The following story were told to me by my grandmother a few years back. She was visiting us a few days ago when I asked her to re-tell us the story. I don’t know if it’s true or not, but I believe her, being a person who believes in ghosts, spirits, god etc. It goes as follows:

It was when my mom was in 6th or 7th grade. The year was 1991, I guess. All my grandma’s daughters (a total of 5 sisters, including my mom) plus her son were home.

My granddad was at work at the time. It was around 9 pm at night, all my aunts, including my mom, and my uncle were all huddled in the bedroom with my grandma.

Then, there was a knock on the door. My grandma, being the brave woman she was, went to answer the knock. Before she opened the door, she asked who it was.

And to her shock, someone said “It’s me. Let me in”. The only catch was, it was my mom’s voice. ah ma (that’s what I call my grandma) was shocked to hear it. It was obviously not possible that it would be my mom, as she was sitting inside.

Now, after hearing the voice, my ah ma knew something had to be done to protect her kids. So, she told everyone to grab a weapon. When everyone was armed with either kitchen knives or long wooden sticks , they went to the door and my ahma shouted “WHO’S THERE? I KNOW YOU’RE NOT MY DAUGHTER!”.

There was silence, and then, they heard a very, very, VERY creepy laugh. WAY creepier than any horror movie.

They waited a few minutes, then my mom, being the oldest, got fed up and opened the door. There was no one there, except a piece of thread worn on the feet.

The thread was not there before, my ahma told me, and the front gate was locked. Everyone was spooked out and they went to bed. Nothing has happened since.

My mom doesn’t remember anything, but I guess its a given, since its been 31 years since this incident. She’s 43 now

I gave birth to twin boys 4 months ago and love them with all my heart. I thought my 42-year-old husband felt the same. He had been distant with me since even before my boys were born, but he seemed to love them.

Over the weekend he revealed that he has an 18 year old girlfriend and has now left to go live with her, saying he no longer wants to see our children again.

I will be ok as a single mother in the sense that I was the one paying all our bills and was able to juggle working freelancer online and taking care of the kids since my STBX didn’t ever change a diaper but just played with them. But wow. My kids are going to grow up without a father. Maybe they’re too young for it to hurt as much. I don’t know.

Where do I go from here? Will my kids be ok? Never imagined this. Ever.

Here are what netizens think:

• My god your husband is a child. Walking out of his two babies for someone who is basically a child themselves. Your sons don’t need THAT for a dad but I hope someone is looking out for you and that other girl too.

• As a 50+ male, I just don’t get it. 18 is a child in my mind. No offense to 20 to 30 year old’s but those fall into that category in my mind too (maturity wise). if I were single I would not date anyone less than 40 because I just don’t think I’d be comfortable with anyone less than that age. Totally gross.

• You don’t get it because you’re a good person who wants to date a partner/equal instead of someone they can own & control. At least that’s my interpretation of people who do what he’s doing.

• 18 is still a child. I didn’t feel like a proper adult until like last year when I was 27. I can’t imagine what an 18 year old and a 42 year old has in common. This guy is a groomer and should be investigated.

Hello everyone! I(24m) am in fact dying at the age of 24 of lung cancer. As lung cancer is fairly uncommon among under 25 year olds, especially ones with no history of tobacco use, all the signs unfortunately went under the radar until it was too late, my cancer has now progressed to Stage 4 and has spread to other parts of my body. I was given 6 months to one year to live.

I haven’t told anyone in my life. I have kept my diagnosis a secret for 2 months, and have tried to hide the effects of my treatments as much as possible. I don’t have much contact with my father (51m) and my mother died ironically the same way I am (not the same type of cancer but cancer nonetheless.) I am very close with my sister (18F) and my brothers (26m and 21m) and I know my diagnosis will absolutely break their hearts. I don’t know if I have the heart to tell them. Especially my girlfriend.

She’s the best thing to ever happen to me. I never believed in soulmates until I met her. I don’t know If I can bring myself to tell her, especially after I’ve kept it a secret for 2 months. I just keep imagining the look on her face when I tell her I will be dead within a year. We recently moved in together and she’s been talking about our future together. She wants to get married and have kids in the next few years apparently. Part of me wants to elope with her now but I think it would be selfish and cruel in all honesty. I don’t want to leave her alone, I love her so much.

For someone who could die at any minute, I think I have been quite positive about the whole thing. I can’t let it ruin my final months with my girlfriend, family and friends. I could die at any minute, but so could anyone else who’s not dying of cancer. Most people don’t know when they will die and I do that’s the only difference. I just hope I live until my 25th birthday because my gf is planning a surprise party with my siblings. She’s not the most stealthy person in the world lol. I hope I can see my family and friends together one last time.

I know some people may think it’s wrong that I haven’t told anyone about my diagnosis but I don’t want my final months to be a pity party or everyone acting as if I’m already dead. I saw the way everyone treated my mother before she passed and I refuse to be treated like that.

Thank you for listening to my rant lol.

She was hiding the fact she is an alcoholic and constantly drunk, I grew to care about her a lot.

I unknowingly fell in love with a drunk basically.

I got her some help and her drinking has reduced significantly. The problem is the difference in her personality is night and day.

The sober her is a very boring person, it’s like talking to the wall.

I don’t enjoy being with her when she is sober. I also know if I leave she will start drinking.

Any advice? Should I leave?

Here are what netizens think:

• Reduced significantly is not the same as sober. I can only speak from my experience but I was so much worse as an addict trying to reduce my intake and things finally made more sense once I quit for good. Any amount of drinking puts me back in that cycle and the only way to stop was to not start again.

• If she’s full sober, things just take time to adjust and learn better coping mechanisms. For me, I drank heavily and hid it for 20 years, those habits don’t just erase themselves because you stop drinking.

• You need to do what’s best for you and if the relationship isn’t working out then you shouldn’t stay. Focus on the issues of why the relationship isn’t working (or what does work) and stay away from sober vs not sober when you communicate with her about it.

I (34M) have 3 kids with my wife (30F). I love them all to death.

My parents are “uncomfortable” with my family, and even though they met my wife and kids, they never approved of my family.

My father died two weeks ago. Before that, my mother called me and asked me to come over, because my dad wanted to see me for the last time.

I said I’d come the next morning, but then my mom said that I should come alone and not bring “those people” with me, as per my father’s last wish.

I completely lost it, called them both out and told my mom I won’t be coming over.

Two days ago at the funeral, my mother called me un ungrateful son, a disgrace to the family, and my siblings told me to just leave and let it go.

Later I got texts from a bunch of family members, calling me an AH for letting my father die alone and breaking my mom’s heart.

Netizens’ comments

• He made his bed, he can die alone in it.
• Even to his last breath, he refused to let go of his stubbornness and ego.

I (20F) have lived with my fiance (23M) near his mother (55F) for 7 months.

I see her every day, she acts fine to my face but talks behind my back. She does the same thing with everyone including her children and grandchildren.

My fiance heard from 2 or 3 people that his mother called him hurtful things. So I said “you know what you say about people can get back to them” where I then explained the situation and she lied saying she didn’t say that. She never said that. I told her she would have to ask her son who it was. The next time they talked she said I snapped at her and I said he was mad at her and never wanted to talk to her again (I didn’t even hint at that.) So the next day I asked if I came off rude and she said “No, you just stated it”

Last night I cut my fiances hair and she got upset with me over it and was talking to HIM about how I was doing it wrong when I was right there. Then she lied saying she doesn’t do that (talk about the person with them right there). My finace asked her why she was lying, she avoided the question then went on to talk about me to her children saying I am always rude and smart off to her everyday.

I was going to send her a message saying if I was being rude to tell me so I can stop but my finace asked me not to say anything.

What can I do?

Here are what netizens think:

• You have to make it clear to your husband or there will be endless troubles.

• Sometimes its better to speak your mind rather than be quiet and let her take control of the situation.