By chance, just before my second daughter was born, I heard about pennies from heaven. It was in the Dear Abby column, and a reader was sharing her experience. Essentially, there are those who believe when you find a penny - especially in an unusual spot or under strange circumstances - that it is a sign that a loved one who has crossed over is thinking of you.
One night, when my daughter was only a few days old, I was up at 2 a.m. to feed/change her. When I opened up her diaper I was shocked to find three pennies in there. I don't know if it was my dad, if it was the spirit of the woman in that house or just a really odd coincidence.
There haven't been many strange things happening since we moved into our new house. Though after we first moved in, I would see a lot of lights/shadows out of the corner of my eye, but when I turned my head it was gone. I chalked this up to a new house and maybe passing cars outside reflecting the light in weird ways.
One night at the kids' bed time I was downstairs to pick one of them up and manually carry them to their room. I noticed a ball of golden light "dancing" around the curtains. Bigger than a golf ball but smaller than a tennis ball. It moved around the room rather erratically. I didn't say anything (didn't want the kids freaking out), just carried the little one up the stairs. When I went into her room, the ball of light was there. It wiggled around in mid air a bit then disappeared. Never saw it again, and the light/shadow thing out of the corner of my eye disappeared, too.
When I was little (say 10 - 14) we lived in an old house (100+ years) that had been completely renovated. One night I was shaking out a sheet to sleep on the living room floor (old house, no air conditioning so it too hot to sleep upstairs). I got this mental image of a blonde man leaning on the back of the rocking chair looking at me. Scared the bleep out of me. In retrospect, he wasn't at all threatening, just stood there watching me. Mom let me lay in her bed that night (hers was on the first floor).
Soon, though, I didn't want anything to DO with her room. I was in there reading a book one night and I kept hearing this tapping noise. At this point, I didn't know the house was haunted. I thought at first it was my dad's old fashioned alarm clock ticking, but I could hear that AND this other tapping. It sounded like it was coming from the wall. I went to tell my mom I was hearing weird noises and she and my sister exchanged a look -- this sort of thing had happened before, apparently. That's when I heard that one night when Mom was going to bed (and she stayed up until 2 or 3 all the time) she opened her bedroom door to discover her clock was FLOATING several feet above the table. She slammed it back down and dove into bed.
Tomorrow, for my grand finale, I'm sharing another story of my sister's -- one of my favorites -- and probably the spookiest of the bunch.