| Welcome to Vilas Database. We hope you enjoy your visit. You're currently viewing our forum as a guest. This means you are limited to certain areas of the board and there are some features you can't use. If you join our community, you'll be able to access member-only sections, and use many member-only features such as customizing your profile, sending personal messages, and voting in polls. Registration is simple, fast, and completely free. Join our community! If you're already a member please log in to your account to access all of our features: |
| Personal Experiances | |
|---|---|
| Tweet Topic Started: Friday Dec 19 2014, 02:49 AM (213 Views) | |
| Post #1 Friday Dec 19 2014, 02:49 AM | VilaWolf |
|
The first tale to tell is probably the strangest and most significant. Even though I was 10 at the time and I am now 30, I can still remember almost every detail of this. My Great-Grandmother was hospitalized but not expected to pass anytime soon. Still we, my Mum, little brother, a cousin, and Aunt, piled into the car and drove the 2 and a half hour drive to visit her. The entire visit was strange. She talked about getting ready for a dinner party the entire time and insisted my mother put the flowers due for delivery in the refrigerator the moment they arrived. The names of relatives who were due to attend were all people who had all long since passed. I found out later that the party she was talking about had actually happened, but it happened in the early 60's. She was just 'together' enough to know who we all were, talking to my brother, cousin, aunt and myself coherently and in the present. Visiting hours were soon over and we said our 'see you laters' fully expecting to make the trip again next week and hopefully catch her when the medications weren't effecting her so much. About an hour and some change later we were still about 40 minutes away from our house and in a patch of road that received absolutely no radio signal so my Mum put on a mix-tape cassette of her favorite songs. One song ends and a song we know for an absolute fact was not on the cassette starts playing, one song that was one of GG's favorites. And the very distinct smell of her signature rose scented hand lotion filled the car. It was absolutely unmistakable and aside from the rose scent you can also, just underneath, smell the base lotion. My Mum and Aunt accuse one us kids of sneaking a bottle of it home with us, we insist we had not. My aunt even turned around in her seat and searched our bags. (it was a little car so it would have visible if we were trying to hide it and it wouldn't have fit under a seat) No bottle was found and suddenly GG's strange behaviour during the day begins to make sense. My Mum drove as fast as that little car could go and probably should have gotten a ticket but we met no cops on the way home and she calls the hospital first thing. By amazing coincidence the nurse just happened to have finished making her checks and was put on the phone. GG was still alive. Okay. That was really, really weird. What in the H was going on? Well at 10 pm we get a phone call from my great-uncle. The hospital just called him to tell him GG passed. Years later the strange incident of the song and the smell comes up in conversation, as does the party she was talking about. The party was suppose to start at the time when the car filled with the smell, but started at 10 pm because the caterer was late. |
Paul Naschy's Pit Bull
|
|
![]() |
| « Previous Topic · General Stuff · Next Topic » |





6:35 AM Jul 11