Messages From the Other Side

We have several stories from someone who has experienced some mysterious events in her life. Today, she'll share stories about a loved one who passed, along with other tales of strange and sometimes traumatic encounters. Are you ready here we go. My name is Letitia and this is my scary story. I was about five or six years old and my mom took me to it was like Lucky's kind of what a Rouse is now or whatever, and it was very distinctive that there was this older Caucasian man with the long geared and he had this like weird hat, kind of chubby, and just looked like he wasn't from the town we were in now. Like I said, I grew up in San Diego. We lived near a military base, so there's distinctive nationalities that live in this area. And what I mean like he stood out is because he had these cowboy boots and a cowboy hat and not that because people can't wear it. It was just rough looking. I was little, just wandering around and looking for I think it was like toys or canny and my mom was just like, I shot away from me so she could see me. Well, I wasn't paying attention and I was just looking up and I just grabbed a hand, thinking it was my mother's. So I'm walking along the like the aisle, thinking that it's hers, and we stop and I hear my mom call my name, and I looked up and it was this man. And I was just like stood there frozen. And my mom comes around and she's just like, hey, what are you doing. You didn't hear me calling you? And I couldn't even think of the words to tell her like this man, like this man is grabbing my hand walking me through the store, and she's like, you know, she could tell her something wrong with me, but she really couldn't. I couldn't articulate. I'm five or six years old, and I was like and I remember telling her. I was like, Mom, there's this man. She's just like, okay, let's go rushing me. So I'm like now feeling weird as a little kid, like who's around me? And I could see the top of his hat across the aisle because they were low back in the days, and this I remember because it's dim lighting, it's very like eerie, that weird, muggy feel in the store. That's how old, okay, kind I'm really saying my age, but you can see the top of his hat, and my mom's not paying attention. I'm looking he's looking at me, and he gets he does this thing with his beard like he's carressing his beard, like almost like I'm gonna get you. I'm just waiting. I'm just waiting. And I'm just like I grab onto my mom's leg and she's just just busy, and I'm like, mom, the man when she's just looking at me, like what are you talking about? There was another lady with the kid, and like the grocer, the produced guy looks it, and I'm just like, how do I don't want to scream because you're gonna get mad at me because I'm screaming versus like you know. And we're walking out, and I'm like looking out this way because my mom's now checking out, and your mind just disappears as a kid, like you're forgetting in the moment what's going on. And I feel a tug on my hand again, and I'm like and I And then that time I was like mom, and she turns around, nobody there, and I'm like, mom, there's a man. He keeps trying to grab my hand. He keeps trying to take me. I'm like, Mom, she's just there's nobody hearing me. Hung let's just go. It's fine. And I'm like no, And now I'm scared. I'm like tugging out of my mom, like I'm holding mom to her with dear life. We're walking out to the car. Till this day, I hate El Camuno cars. It is. It was like something that was going around in the city or the town that there was this man kidnapping kids in an El Communal car. Now I'm five six years old. I don't know what El Comunal car was or what it meant, but I know what it looked like. The hatchback where it's open. I hate those cars, and he was keeping kids in there. I want to say probably ninety eight ninety nine, I had I'd gotten terrible news from my family that my grandmother had passed away, and it was very tragic because she was the woman of the family and the queen, and my grandma stayed with us and my family and we live in San Diego. Every day my grandmother had this routine she would do, and it was coming in the house just messing around. Either it was like doing some type of chores at night tho it was a specific routine where she would take her bath and then there was like this engulfing fumes of carress body soap, like you just knew it was Grandma that was in the house. She always had this thing about slimming the door after she got out of the shower to go sit on her bed in her room right like adjacent from the bathroom. So my gran grandmother lived downstairs and all of us lived upstairs. So it was me, my dad, my two siblings. When Grandma passed, she was living with my aunt, which was a couple of like a couple of blocks on the street from us. So when we got the news, my Grandma wasn't staying with us per se, but she would go back and forth to my aunt's house and then our house. When we got the news, obviously it was devastating, and a couple of weeks past, after the funeral and things like that, I started hearing weird noises in our house and whether it's just me by myself, or maybe my parents were upstairs, maybe my siblings were outside, but it was just me, and I'm like, oh, I'm just hearing things, or I just had a long day whatever. One particular night, I was in her room reading a book and she has like this green Jaguar lamp. It's like super old school that she would keep on her head wrist and she would turn it on only at night when she was getting ready to go to sleep. That night, I was laying on the opposite side of the door, so if you could walk in, you can see somebody and you can just sit on the corner of the bed, and I heard this noise and it was just like a little like shuffling kind of noise, and it just reminded me at that moment, oh, it's Grandma, like just jokingly in my head. Again, nobody's around me. My parents are upstairs, and this is late and I probably like eleven, My little brother and sister are already sleep. So I was like, that's weird whatever, dismissed it. And then I hear like the bathroom door open, but it was already slightly open, so I just thought it was weird. Which was the bathroom adjacent from my bedroom, my grandma's old bedroom. So I was like, okay, thinking nothing of it. I just go back into my book and then I smelled that overwhelming cloud of caress soup, and I'm just like, no way, this is just crazy. Then I hear the door slam, the bathroom door, and I was like, what the heck is this? So then I'm like, okay, like I'm just tripping. Maybe it's not. Maybe I'm just too into this book that I'm into right now. And my grandma always sat down in the corner of her bed and I would be there, like just talking to her and just having a general conversation with her. And she was in her routine, putting her hair in her curlers. That's what she did. I kid you. Not even thirty seconds later, I felt the compression at the end of the bed and that's when I heard the door slam, and I was like, no way. I jumped up, ran up the stairs. I probably went up those fifteen steps and two steps to my parents and I was like, did you hear that? He's like, why are you slamming the doors? I was like, so you did to hear that. I was like, I wasn't. I was in my bed reading my book. I was like, Dad, I think it's grandma and he starts flapping. He's yeah, she's probably after you, And I was like what why me? But I was like, no, Dad, I'm serious. The door slammed and I can smell Grandma's soap. He was like I smelt it too, but I just thought it was me missing her, and I was like no, Dad, like legit felt like there was a cloud of smoke that came into the room, and he was just like whoa, what do you want me to do? Kind of thing? And so here I am like, do I have to go back downstairs? I did. I went back downstairs because I wasn't afraid of my grandmother. I knew she was there. Maybe she was just still like in transition, going back and forth. I don't know. I didn't feel scared, I didn't feel worried. I felt comfort of all things, even though it seemed scary. But it was just like that moment of like peace. And I went downstairs, and as I mentioned earlier, my grandmother always turned on this green Jaguire lamp that was on her bed rest. It was on, it was not on when I went upstairs. I didn't even have it on. I had no reason for it to be on. And that's when I knew she was there. I was like, okay, Grandma, I know you're here, this is your room. And I didn't say anything to my aunt, who would stick in. My grandma would stay over, and she was like, I think your grandma's following me. And I was like, why do you say that. I saw her red Buick and I was like, no way, like we sold that car. She's like, no, I saw that red Buick and I was like, well, who did we sell it to? Wasn't in San Diego. I'm fifteen sixteen at the time. I don't know what my parents didn't and transactions and things like that. So she's no. Because when I came home, I smelled her so and grandma always has her vanilla wafers out, and the vanilla wafers were out on the table and she had put them up because it was the last box that my grandma had. She was like, she's there and I was just like mind blowing. And that's when I told her my story. After that happened, I came home from I think it was work because my parents were always in and out for my brother's traveling basketball team, so I was home alone, and sure enough I was hearing creeks. Our house wasn't old. It was maybe like eight years give or take. But it's not old. Everything was just upgrade. It weird that I was hearing creeks and it was always in the area where my grandma was at. She was always busy, like doing something, shuffling, like I said, she was always doing something with chores, just busy doing nothing. And I'm like, okay, who's here. I know my parents are gone. I know my siblings are gone. I went into the living room and that's when I got my dog and I was like, I'm like my rot brothers, like, you need to go in the house check to see if somebody went upstairs. And I wasn't aware. This was before you know those U what is those doorbell cameras and stuff, So before those are around, you couldn't see who was coming in out of your house. Anyways, my dog goes up and down the stairs and he's fine, and I was like, okay, he's fine, I'm fine. Sure enough. I hear it again and then I'm like, you know what, this is ridiculous. I'm scaring myself. Let me just watch a good, feel good movie. Walk past the hallway and my grandma's door it was slightly open, and mind you, I had just came home. I didn't go into any rooms. I was just in the living room. The guire light was on and I was like, Okay, I don't know if I should be scared at or not, but I get it. My Grandma is here. It was just too many distinctive memories of her to not be her and the Jaguar lights, the Vanilla wafers, seeing her bew at car. And it wasn't just my aunt, it was me, it was my sister, it was my dad. It was things that we were seeing that nobody but really wanted to talk about because it sounds like we're crazy. But it wasn't recently. This is about two weeks ago. I went to go visit my parents and they live in the same house and we were all in the dining room and I hear like the door opened and closed, and I was like, who's here? And they have the sensory lights and the sensory beet with the door opens and closes. So I was like, you guys expecting somebody. And I know my sister moved to Tennis, so it wasn't like she was nearby, and my brother lives far so I knew he wasn't nearby and they're like, oh, you know who that is. They just welcome her. They just welcome grandma. Grandma's always welcome in the house. And we joke about it now, but it's crazy because she would come and go, like I said, just busy doing nothing. She'd be good going to the grocery store. She can go to the nine and nice sense store, picking up something for the kids. I don't know the grandkids. It was just we know it's her. And it was just two weeks ago and I was like, Wow, this old lady is just thriving to scare us, isn't she. You're scared of the unknown, and you're not aware of what's going on, especially when you're reading a book or you're watching TV and you're distracted from what's happening. When it starts happening and you're not expecting it is when you're like, this is real and how do you explain it? And this and that. But it was just like too many events that were going on for it to have not explained itself because it was happening. And when I went back downstairs when that happened with the door closing, I was like, Dad, come down here. I was like, the light is on. I didn't have it on. I was like, you see the like my lamp, like the lights on? Why would I need this headrest light on? Like why? He's like, oh no, and my dad isn't he's he's He didn't give me the reaction that I wanted. Oh no, they're scared. He was just like, huh, he says, my mom, I love her, she can come visit anytime. Laticha's grandmother leaving had a profound impact on her family's lives, but it may have also played a role in a life altering event for Latucia. Her story continues right after this because I feel like my family we've grown up with the sixth sense, and I think we get it from our dad, honestly, because he would tell us when one of us girls were pregnant, you're having a girl, or somebody's having a girl, and somebody's pregnant, which one of it? Is it kind of thing. We're like, it's not me, And sure enough it was my little brother. He's thirty, but he's my little brother. He was pregnant with twins, so it was the craziest thing, and he had a girl. So no nobody's really skeptic. Everybody actually has a success. Everybody has a feeling of something, we just don't know what it is. I think she's staying around because she wants to stay close to the family. The family definitely have their ups and downs, and she was always the calm of the storm, and I think she pops up at the right time because she wants her love to be in that present moment. And I think that every heavy conversation I have with my parents or something heavy is going on in the family, her presence is known. And it's not just for me. It's for my siblings. It's for my aunts and my uncle and her kids essentially, and then her grandkids. I've always been her baby, So my grandma wants us to know at that moment when the world is not in our favor, that she is there. She is our world, and she will be there to protect us. And that's why I said it. Wasn't it fearful? It was just like, oh my god, what's going on. Wasn't ready to expect that. But now when I am around and I at my parents' house and I feel her presence, I just I leave happier and I'm like, okay, Grandma, thank you. I had just had my daughter, so she was give or take six to eight months. I was having a very diffical time with her father, and it was a lot of bad things that were happening. And I was at the store one day and I saw what I thought was a transient woman outside and so I wasn't being rude or anything. I was just trying to bypass her and I was just like hello, and she's hello, but it was a very stern hello, and it was like she was staring at me with so much intense and I could feel it, and I was like, this is weird. But I'm like, okay, go to the store, get what I need. And I walk out and she's standing dead front in front of the doors when they opened and close out the grocery stores. So it was awkward and I'm like trying to like move around her, and she wasn't moving, and I was like, excuse me. And I'm seeing everybody else walk by, and it wasn't like she was in the way for them, but she was in the way for me. Again, I thought this was weird, but I was like whatever, I just get by. Maybe she just wants a dollar or two. Maybe I don't know. I didn't really care enough to care at the time. I was just trying to go about my way. And then she follows me to the sidewalk and she's like, excuse me, and I turned around and I was like yes, and she was like you just had a daughter. And I was like what. And I was like how would you know that? And I didn't want to get too much information because she's stranger danger. So I'm like, how do you know that I'm not near my car and didn't have my daughter with me. She was like, the angels came and spoke to me, and they needed me to tell you that the devil is alive. I was like, this lady's crazy, and she was like, no, I need to tell you something. Everything you're going through is gonna be okay. And I was like all right, and I'm looking around to see if anybody else sees this. Ladies the stranger talking to me, and it's like a time laps, like every everything was going slowly. No one was really paying attention to us or me. Should I be scared? Should I scream fire? What do I do? She like comes up to me and she gets closer and she's like, nose to nose and I was like, okay, lady, I'm gonna have to bust out like some karate moves or something. And now I'm scared because I'm like, what is this lady gonna do to me? I'm thinking all kinds of bad things, like she's gonna stab me with a needle or something. And she's I'm just gonna let you know you're gonna be okay. And you have angels watching over you. I can't tell you when they'll be there, but they will be there. And I'm like okay. She's I know you might find this and this is she said, I know you find this strange, but it will make sense to you later. I had chills going up and down my spine, my back like I didn't and then I had this overwhelming of I wanted to cry, and she was like her the intensity was so like penetrating, like it was scary. I didn't know what was going to happen to me. I didn't know if that was a threat. I didn't like. I didn't know. So I get in my car and I sit there and I'm like, what the hell was that. I'm looking around, checking to see if anybody was like around. And I called my mom and I was like, Mom, I had this really weird experience with this lady. Tell her everything what she says to me. And she was like, I don't know, maybe she just wanted money from you. Who knows. Just go home, don't think about it. I'm like, okay again, I'm a very spiritual type person. I leave in ghosts, I leave spirits, I believe in all that. So as I'm going home, I'm on the four or five Freeway. This is when I was living in Long Beach at the time. A car cut in front of me, and as we most know people live in San Diego or LA that the freeways are always packed at a certain time, it was like it just happened so fast. This car cut in front of me from the fast lane over to the slow lane, and my car like weaved, like it went side aside, and my car spun around three sixty on the four or five freeway with a semi truck coming my way. I don't know how I ended it off the side of the road, but I did. And I don't know how I didn't die that night. And the strangest part of it is that this lady. And I didn't think anything like about what this lady said until the semi stopped and he's, hey, you could have been killed. What happened? I was like, I got cut off, and you know, I'm worried about that. I'm like, did anybody catch that guy? I can't explain it. I don't know. I called my parents crying. I'm like, I went back to the store the next day to see if this lady was out there. Nothing. There's no explanation for that. And I don't know who this person is. I didn't see her go anywhere after I got in my car. It was just strange that she was there. And I don't know how to explain it. And I actually never really told anybody this story other than my sister, so it's crazy to you living. I almost got emotional about it, because who's gonna believe that? It was the craziest, crazy experience that I had. And I think my lesson from that was I'm a mom, I'm going through a lot. I'm just going through the emotions and forgetting what life is like and life is precious and that sometimes you have to be shaken and be like, hey, not everything is as bad as it may seem, and that was a reality check for me and to be nicer, kinder, because you never know what somebody is going through. And I was already being judgmental when I was being approached by this person to make that make sense, And that's why it was scary to me, because had I just kept brushing her off, like what would have happened? She just looked like a transient I very stringy, brownish blondish hair, very dark, cold eyes, which is why I didn't feel like it was inviting. I don't know. Maybe it was a piece of the hell that I was going through at that time that it was just or maybe it was my grandmother telling somebody in the other world to like look out for me. I don't know. It is something that can I have never figured out. 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