True Ghost Experiences

Sybil's Message

In the late 1940's,my grandmother was newly married and living in Perth Amboy, NewJersey. She lived in a tenement building, not far from her sisterSybil's home in the same city. My grandmother was 27 years oldwhen Sybil died at age 32 from a blood clot to the heart. Sybilhad recently undergone surgery and was at home recuperating whenthe blood clot loosened and stopped her heart. A neighbor camerunning to my grandmother's apartment to tell her that her sisterhad just died. Tragically, Sybil left behind a husband and twoyoung boys.

A few days after the funeral, my grandmother was sleeping in herbed when she suddenly woke up. She saw her sister, Sybil, sittingon the bed. My grandmother said Sybil looked very upset and wasdesperately trying to speak to her. Understandably, mygrandmother was shocked and frightened and said out loud toSybil, "No, you can't talk to me now. You died. You can'ttalk to me." Sybil's face became very sad and then shedisappeared.

My grandmother told me this story when I was 14 (I'm 31 now). Italways bothered Nanny that Sybil appeared to be so distraught.Nanny has no idea what it could have been that her sister wantedto tell her. Sybil, as far as we know, never appeared to anyoneelse in the family. Nanny's family lost track of Sybil's husbandand young sons long ago. Perhaps Sybil's attempted message hadsomething to do with her sons? Or was she trying to apologize forsomething that might have happened when they were childrengrowing up in Brewer, Maine? We will never know.

My beloved grandmother died of heart failure in her home nearlytwo years ago at age 75. I live alone in her home now and havenever been "visited" by her. She knows that it wouldfrighten me, just like Sybil frightened her. My aunt, however,sensed my grandmother's presence in the house when I was away onvacation. When my aunt told me that, I admit I was a littleuneasy at first; however, I know without a doubt that Nanny wouldnever do anything to frighten me, so I have no fear of livinghere. God bless you Nan.