Until We Meet Again: A True Story of Grief and the Unknown

After the death of two members of her family, Pamela begins experiencing things that seem a little too much to be coincidences. My name is Edwin, and here is Pamela's true scary story. I'm originally from South Texas, but I moved up to Wisconsin. In Fort Atkinson when I was in fourth grade. I was at school and I heard myself playing in the playground. My mom had picked me up. She took me to the emergency room. That day she decided after the emergency. Room to stop at a grocery store. But on our way to the grocery store, we had to pass the cemetery. Up here, when it's the fall, it starts to get dark very early. So I'm in the back seat and my mom's driving to the grocery store there. And as we were passing the cemetery, I saw these really bright lights facing a tombstone. And I was like, oh, that's weird. When I was paying attention to the tombstone, I see this lady It was between a grayish and whitish color. Like, it was just a weird color that I don't really see often. She had long hair, long, dark hair, and she was in this gown. She was dancing around this tombstone. I had locked eyes with her. The years had passed. I didn't think much of it. It was always in the back of my head, like, huh? I wonder, did I really see what I saw? But I'm for sure that I saw this person. I saw this woman dancing around this tombstone. I knew that I was going to come on here, and I really wanted to know what I saw. Just yesterday, I drove there, and I actually went up to that tombstone And I wanted to see who, if it was a female or a male that was laying there. And it turned out that it was a family plot. And the big tombstone that I saw this woman dancing around, it had their last name. And it had all of the deceased there. I got a little creeped out, but it turns out I went on Google and I ended up looking up the people that were laid to rest there the two females and it ended up turning out that the two women that were there they were the first settlers that came to this town I guess they were really wealthy that they ended up being the first founders of the library of this town but I am still curious on what these two women look like, just because I still have a very vivid image of this woman just stuck in my brain. And I just, I've never been able to get her out of my head. So back in 2004, I lived in Wisconsin at the time. I ended up sneaking out of my house to not help with chores. So I took off. I ended up going to my friend's house and she was doing my eyebrows. And her mom had came into my friend's room and she had told me that my mom was looking for me and that she wanted to speak to me on the phone. So I was like, man, dude, my mom is about to eat me up alive. She's going to get so mad at me right now because I didn't want to help her with the chores. So I grabbed the phone and I couldn't understand what my mom was saying. So I just kind of shrugged it off. I just figured she wanted me home and whatnot. So me being 16, I'm taking my time home. I'm walking very slow to kind of not do what I needed to do. I saw cop cars and ambulance outside. I was getting very nervous. I was like, man, my mom called the cops on me because I was very rebellious at that time being 16 and not wanting to listen to anybody. So I walked through my door, the front door, and I see my brother. I see my brother sitting down and my mom's on the floor. She's having a panic attack. And all of a sudden, my brother, I'm trying to figure out what's going on. And my younger brother, he's like, He gets up, he walks to me and he's like, Hey, he's I'm like, what's going on? And he's like, Isaac's gone. And I'm like, what do you mean he's gone? He's like, he's dead. And I'm like, what? In that moment, I felt like my world stopped. My brother had passed away in a car accident. He was 19 years old in South Texas. The next day, we had to pack up and get ready to drive about, I think it's 18, 20-some hours from Wisconsin to South Texas to where I'm from. My brother always told me over the phone, because my mom would call him and call my abuelita. She would be like, She never wants to listen to you, Gloria. And that's my mom's name is Gloria. My brother would grab the phone from my grandma, and he would be like, oh, you know what, I'm just going to put you in an all-Catholic school. You're going to go to an all-girls school. Him and I got into an argument, and I said stuff I wasn't supposed to say. So when I found out he passed away, I took it super hard because I know now that saying things like that, you shouldn't say at all. For many years, it was really difficult for me to accept that he was gone because I wanted to say I was sorry. but he was no longer there. Seeing someone there laying in a coffin is not the same as looking into their hazel eyes and being able to talk to them. We're at the funeral and I'm sitting there and all of a sudden I have a cousin that hands out these roses that we put by the coffin or on top of the coffin when they close it. It was my grandma, my brother, my mom, and myself. and we were sitting in the front row. I don't know why something so little was such a big deal, but I noticed that my rows didn't have the ribbon, and I looked at my brothers, and my brothers had a ribbon. I looked at my mom's. She had a ribbon, and I looked at my grandma, and she had a ribbon. I was like, why don't I have a ribbon? But again, something so. Dumb. I didn't understand why I took it too hard. So as we were leaving the funeral home, We get to the Campo Santo, which is the cemetery. We have a family plot in Texas. My brother was being laid to rest there by my grandpa. I looked at my brother's rose, and he had his ribbon. I look at my grandma's. She had a ribbon. I look at my mom, and she has a ribbon. But all of a sudden, I have a ribbon. I was like, man, is it the heat? Am I just seeing stuff? To this day, I still don't. I can't explain it. I don't know. But then as I'm looking at my rose, as people are walking, giving us the sympathy, I'm really sorry for your loss and whatnot. I look up and I see this young man and I'm wiping my eyes because I'm crying at this moment, but This young man is standing right in front of me. And he looks exactly like to a T. His face looked exactly like my brother. And I started hugging him. And I'm like, oh my gosh. I'm like, I'm just caressing his face. And oh my gosh. He looked at me and I'm like, who are you? And he's like, I'm a friend of your brother's. I felt dumb at that moment because I'm grabbing his face. And I sit back down and he just walks. At the end of the service of the cemetery, when everybody was there and getting ready to leave to my grandma's house for the food, I couldn't find him. I was looking for him. I wanted to verify who I saw is what I saw. And I just, I couldn't find him. I didn't understand what I came across or who I came across or if it was one of my brother's friends. But until this day, I've even asked. cousins if there was a friend that looked exactly like him and no one could ever give me an answer I want to say maybe a couple of weeks or months after my brother's service I had a dream that has also stuck with me for a very long time. It was like a reliving of after my brother's service. We had all gone to my grandma's ranch. And in this dream, my grandma's house, if you walk through the front door, it made like a creaky noise, like a storm door, but it was made out of wood. In my dream, I'm sitting in the middle between my mother and my grandmother. I can see the front door, which is the wooden door, which is the storm door. We're waiting for people to go by. And then all of a sudden, my head jerks down. But it jerks down to the point where I'm able to roll my eyes up and look at who's coming. My mom had told me, she's like, here comes Isaac, grandma. So that's when my head jerks forward. Like it, it leans down a little bit, but I can still see who's coming. And as I'm doing that, I see this lady in a black poofy dress with a long black veil. I couldn't see her face, but this lady glided and the screen door just it like slammed open to the point where I'm telling my mom, why can't I put my head up? And my mom stays quiet and I'm looking at this lady and she's right in front of me. And I can feel the heaviness of this lady, like her veil is so long. This lady stands up and her feet starts like, tapping you know when you kind of tap with your hands like you kind of like a tapping like with your fingers but she was doing it with her toes they just start tapping her nails she just is tapping her feet and all of a sudden she like yells at me in Spanish she's like he is not resting. And she just keeps saying it and. I freak out to the point where I wake up. I'm like, man, is my brother, is he at peace? Why did I have that dream? Like a couple of months passed. I want to say like about six, seven months. I had another dream to the point where I'm driving in the middle of the night and it's a snowstorm. And you know when you're driving in a snowstorm, the snow that hits your headlights, it looks like you're kind of, lying in outer space. It feels like you're just in outer space. You can't see nothing. But there is a car in front of me and I see its taillights. And I know that I'm following this person, right? It's dark. It's cold. And I know that I'm following this car. So as I'm driving, I noticed that the car had pulled to the side of the road. And I pulled alongside it, like right behind it. And I see somebody, I see a figure come out and I hear the cracking of the snow. And like, I was also terrified because I didn't know who I was following, but it was dark. So I decided to creak my window a little bit. In that moment, I saw my brother and he bent down and he looked at me And he told me, he's Pamela. He's like, don't worry. We're almost there. And in that moment, I felt the most peace. I woke up. I didn't know what it meant, but it kept playing in my mind for days. I'm like, what does that mean? What does he mean? What do you mean that we're all, we're almost there? What are we almost there? Like, where are we? Where are you? What are we doing? But I realized that I wasn't dreaming about him. And I honestly think that my brother was telling me that I was ready to let him rest. I was ready to not hold that heaviness with me. I no longer had dreamt of my brother. I was able to talk about him and everything. So a couple of years after that dream, my mom got really sick. Like out of nowhere, she just got sick. And then we ended up finding out that she was diagnosed with cancer in August. So at the end of August, they told us that we needed to put her in hospice, make her comfortable. And by my mom's wishes, she wanted to, she wanted to go at peace at her own home. At that time, I lived in a duplex and my mom lived downstairs. Her living room where her hospice bed was right on top of my, like right in the bottom of my bedroom. So I was right on top of my mom's living room. That's where my bedroom was. I want to say the beginning of September, I had to go to work. It wasn't like I was sleeping, but This was before I had to wake up at 4 o'clock a.m. I have a habit of sleeping on my belly. My husband's right next to me. I feel my brother's presence. I don't know what it was, but I feel him in the room. I knew exactly where his presence was. I didn't see him, but I heard him. And in that moment, my brother told me that He's like, hey, he's like, I'm coming for mom. And I couldn't answer. I didn't answer him. But my mind was awake, but my body was asleep. I don't know if that makes sense. But he just told me, I'm coming for mom. So in that moment, I was like, no, I'm not going to look like a look in front of my husband. I woke up. I'm looking at the corner. Nothing's there. I wake up my husband. I'm like, hey, honey. I'm like, hey, this just happened to me. And he's like, no, estás dormida. He's like, you're asleep. He's like, estás loca. I can see from my window. I can see lights, like paramedic lights or cop lights. I run to my living room. I open the curtain, and I see police officers, and I see ambulance outside. I go to my side door, open my side door. I run downstairs and I see my mom leaning against my brother. My mom's oxygen machine that she was given for hospice had, it ran out of oxygen, which is weird because the day before that she was given a brand new oxygen tank. So that didn't make sense. So then I, I had spoken to my mom. I'm like, mom, I'm like, she was already going through so much pain at this point. She was having trouble breathing and just, she was in a lot of pain. So I told her, I'm like, mom, do you just want to go to a hospice? You want to go to a hospice clinic? And there's a place where I live, a town down. They make them comfortable. They give them medication. They pretty much help with the person that was going to pass. So it was a really hard decision and she said yes. So we ended up taking her there. I would sleep in the room with her, but right next to her to help. I promised my mom that I was going to be by her side. I wanted to be there for her when she passed away and she didn't want to be alone as I'm driving to the hospice to my mom. this dove appears in the middle of the night and it just lands right in front of my car. And it's blocking the entrance of like the driveway to the clinic. And this bird would not move. And it's looking right at me like, and I'm like, oh, maybe I should go around it. So I was trying to go around it. But as I was going around, this white dove just kept moving towards where I was trying to drive around. So finally I went the other way and the the bird just stayed there and I'm looking over it on the driver's side like what are you doing I'm gonna run you I'm gonna run you over so finally I get to the clinic and then I look in the back to see if the bird was still there and the bird wasn't there I get to my mom's room it's in the middle of the night. And all of a sudden she has this door that for hospice patients, sometimes they'll open this two door and the lit fresh, like fresh air come in, or they can take the beds out. So in front of the door, that bird was sitting right outside the door. And I'm like, what in the world? What, what is going on? Like, I just, And it turns out that morning, my mom ends up passing away. That same day we had family come and friends to say their goodbyes because my mom wanted to be cremated. So we let her friends come in to be with her a little bit and all the windows were closed. The door was closed. Her friends are coming in. I'm shutting the door to her room. And all of a sudden I could feel like this, this force where to the point where, you know, when you're closing a door, if someone behind that door grabs the knob, he pulls it and you're pulling it the other way. The door slips from my hands and the door just slams open. And we're all just standing there. What? What is going on? The windows? And everyone was trying to debunk it at that time. They end up taking my mom to the funeral home. And then we all went home after that. So that night, that night, I'm sitting in my living room going over my mom's obituary. And I'm sitting next to a window. My husband was sitting on the longer couch. I was sitting on the lazy boy sofa. And on top of the stairs, our four-month-old German shepherd was like growling. And mind you, he's four months and he's never growled at anybody. He's just still. He's fixated on something. And I thought he was looking at my husband. Or I thought he was looking at me, but I'm like, what does he want? And my husband's like, I don't know. He's like, maybe he's got to go to the restroom. So I opened the front door, and I'm like, to our German shepherd, I'm like, okay, go outside, go pee, go poop. He comes downstairs, and he stands completely still, and he starts growling. at something that was outside by the tree. I started getting the chills and my husband's, no, he's like, you know what? Close the door. He's closed the door. He's like, you don't, he's like, we don't want to invite any bad energy in here if he's growling at something. So we closed the door and he's just standing there and he walks over to the window to where I was sitting and he's just looking and he's growling. A couple of nights after that, We had gotten a really bad snowstorm and I was still grieving my mom's death. I decided to call in that day. So I called in like around three something in the morning because my shift starts at 4 a.m. When I had got done with my call, I hear I'm in the living room and it's pitch black. My German shepherd starts jumping and he has a habit. to the point where when he starts jumping it's because he knows somebody he does that to everybody and he'll kind of clinch his jaw like he'll snap his jaw like like he wants to lick you but it'll be like a t-rex type of snap it's weird because you'll hear it go and he's jumping and jumping so i was like man you know what i'm gonna record this so my son can see what he's doing in the middle of the night which is really awkward i see him jumping up and down and everything I have a memorial picture that we used for my mom's service at church in my living room. And again, Gordo's jumping and jumping. He just sits out of nowhere. He just from jumping, he went completely sitting down. And then I see his head. Thank you so much for sharing your experiences with us here. And true scary story. I feel like everybody who has lost a loved one can identify with that grief and feeling like certain things just don't make sense. Now, some of us might think like, well, it's our mind, you know, playing tricks on us or it's just overactive after such an event or events in this case. But what if those things make us more vulnerable or more sensitive to whatever's on the other side? And you've heard a story from me in the past where I do feel like loved ones can communicate after death or at least we can perceive that message very accurately and sometimes a little too strong for it to. Be a coincidence. If you had an experience like that, please send it in. I'd be happy to listen to it. Also, for those of you wondering, Pamela did send me the video. It's a short clip of the dog. And there's also some strange things floating around. And the dog, Gordo, is looking at this thing out there. He keeps doing that snapping sound. You might have actually heard that snap sound in the audio here, but I can't play this video here. But it was a very interesting little clip. So thank you, Pamela, for sending that in. And anyway, if you have a story that you want to share, head on over to truescarystory.com. Right now, we have some slots open for some of our stories for this scary season coming up. So please make sure you send it in. This audio was edited and sound designed by me, Edwin Covarrubias, with help from the Scary FM team. For any comments, questions, and everything, you know where to find me. The description has all my contact information. Thank you very much for listening. Keep it scary, everyone. See you soon.