MOTHER'S CHRISTMAS PRESENT
My mother, to whom I was very close, passed away in 1964 when I was 17 years old. I left home that year and moved to Ontario from Nova Scotia. In 1969 I met a girl whom I will call Karen and we got married in March of 1970. In December of 1971 we were expecting our first child. We were living in a small 1-1/2 bedroom bungalow. There was a fireplace in the living room. My wife and I loved the fireplace and we had it lit every night.
It was Christmas Eve, 1971, and we had just finished putting the gifts under the tree and a nice fire gave off a beautiful glow. On the tree, one string of lights, which was supposed to flash, had stopped several days before.
It was five minutes to midnight when the fireplace suddenly just about went out, and the string of lights started to flash - and the other lights stopped flashing! My wife and I were sitting on the floor and it had become very chilly in the room.
I looked over to my Lazyboy chair... and a figure was sitting there - my mother with a big beautiful smile on her face! My wife, who had never met my mother, said she could see the same thing. This "ghost" never spoke, but just kept looking at me and my wife and smiling.
At 12 midnight, the fire in the fireplace started up again and the lights on the tree stopped flashing and the others started flashing again. I looked over in the chair and the ghost was gone. No matter what I did to those Christmas lights, they never flashed again. - Arthur H.
THE PUSHY GHOST
It was the first Christmas I spent with my husband's family. We went to his oldest brother's house Christmas Eve. When we got there, they (my husband's family) told me that the house was haunted. I didn't mind because I've been in haunted houses before. They told me to be careful walking down the stairs because the ghosts pushed people down the stairs.
I was coming down stairs to look for my husband, when all of a sudden I felt like someone pushed my feet out from under me. I ended up falling down the first four stairs. After I did that, everyone came running to make sure I was okay. They asked me what happened, and I said it felt like someone pushed my legs out from under me and I just fell down the stairs.
On Christmas morning, we all got up to open presents. Everyone asked me how I was doing and I told them I was fine, but my legs and back hurt. Later, my husband told me it was because I had an oval bruise on my back and on the back of both my legs. After that Christmas Eve, I never got pushed down the stairs again or heard anything else about the ghost. - Cassie B.
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