My ghost story: my best friend is from Miami, and about 10 years ago I was invited to go there for the summer with them. We went to visit her grandmas grave one day, after a big storm had passed through. Vases were knocked over, headstones covered in branches and debris, the whole place was a mess, so the bestie and I started cleaning it up. We did her Grandmas last. When we had just finished, we all suddenly smelled vanilla VERY strongly, and I felt hands on my cheeks, squeezing gently, then pressure on my forehead like someone was kissing it. My beatie felt the same thing, and started crying. Her Grandma always wore vanilla perfume, and kissed her forehead. We think it was her way of thanking us for cleaning her grave up, and it was so sweet...and a little scary for the bestie. Ive delt with ghosts and spirits my whole life, still do, and that one always makes me smile. Rp- heather
Posted on: Sun, 27 Oct 2013 01:30:00 +0000