This is something I was going to keep to myself but as the hours passed I thought about it
and now I want to share it.

I'm not really THAT fascinated in the paranormal/ghost study anymore but I've always been open to it.
I've had a couple of strange experiences as I'm sure you all have aswell but this is one
I find the most touching that's happened to me.

I stay with my dad and have lived with him pretty much most my life.

Two weeks ago to the day I found out my mum commited suicide.
It was a Monday night and I was doing whatever I was doin' and the phone rang,
my heart started pumping and I got the yuckiest feeling, I didn't answer...

I hate talkin' on the damn phone and I thought 'who the f***'s ringing me at this time of night?'
I stood around thinking, heart still pounding. I knew the call was bad but I had no idea why.
I knew not many people had our number as we just got the phone set up. I was hoping
it wasn't gonna ring again and it did..
My dad answered it while I stood there like a bitch listening and waiting.

"Oh what's she done now?" he says, straight away I know it's her.
I kept listening anxiously knowing that I'm in for some news.
After the call ended he put the phone down slowly and looked at me with that face you don't wanna see.
"you might wanna sit down"
My gut knew what had happened but I still asked "why? what's she done"
"it's your mum, she commited suicide"

I stood there in a daze, while he stood there looking at me waiting for a reaction.
My mind raced, and I slowly looked down to the floor.
As I felt that lump in my stomach rising up to my throat, I was straight off to my bedroom.
I fell onto my bed like a toddler falls into mummy's arms after grazing a knee.

I can happily say I cried like I've never cried before. I was crying so bad it was hurting.

As I layed there thinking of everything, why she done it, how could she do this?
I felt myself getting colder and colder, my heart was thumping and my eyes were waterfalls.
I had to curl up under my blankets into a ball I felt so sad and cold.
"No more Mum" were the words that kept getting repeated in the back of my head. "NO MORE MUM"

While laying there crying to death, thinking how guilty I am + what I could've done
to help prevent this from happening and the last memories I had of her, I felt something..

It'd felt as if my small dog had gently hopped up onto the bed with me, I thought he may've
heard me crying and had come to look after me as any pet dog would do to his loved owner.
As I peeked over my shoulder expecting to see his face my whole body slowed down, and
the dog WASN'T there. What did I feel? It was my mum.

I had never felt so PHYSICALY sad in my life, which you can expect when you lose a parent at a young age,
and when I thought I couldn't feel any worse than I did, I felt what I can only describe
as the spirit energy of my mum comforting me, I opened up to the feeling and let it happen
and INSTANTLY I was calmed, my tears dried up and my heartbeat slowed.

My body started to warm and it was like mum was there with me again. She WAS with me.
I got that same feeling I got whenever we had a proper hug.
After crying a storm and then experiencing that, I felt energyless and weak.
I layed there thinking for however long it was until I slept.

Since then I haven't really experienced anything else apart from
smelling her favorite perfume she used to wear every now and then (family members get it aswell)
and the room going cold when the family together.

Has anybody else experienced this?
thanks for reading.

First off, I would like to say that I'm so sorry for your loss. I lost my mom at a very young age, so I know how devastating
it is.
What a beautiful thing your mother did by trying to comfort you. I remember how I felt after my mom died, and if I think back to that time, and if she had come to comfort me afterward like your mom did, just thinking about your experience gave me a good feeling. My pain is old, yet yours is so new. I wish I had that same experience with my mother. Remember that feeling your mom gave you because you will want to revisit it in the future. It will help you deal with her passing. I'm not very good at getting out my thoughts, but I hope you can understand what I am trying to say.

Again, I'm very sorry for your loss.

i am extremely sorry for your loss...

my mother suffers from depression, she lives alone and i have my own place..a while back ago i called her and the phone was turned off..i called her friends and they said she never showed up for therapy, and they tried calling her as well and no one answered...

i went to her house and started to knock on the door..after the 8th or 9th time knocking i started pounding at the door...i know that "feeling" you get when you know that something is wrong...i started thinking the worst..i thought she overdosed on pills and never woke up...i was just about to call the police to break in the house, until i decided to start kicking the door...i guess i kicked hard enough that it woke her up and she openned the door..

i broke down in tears telling her that she had everyone worried.

i believe your mother was comforting you..she didint want to see you like that, just pray for her and know that she is still there keeping an eye on you, maybe now you can change too and start talking to more of your relatives and be there for them, even if they dont always show it deep down they care...be there for each other because you never know when it will be the last.

People need to stop saying sorry

it's not their fault...

or is it?

Well, something close happened to my son-in-law just a few weeks ago. His Mom, whom he had not really seen much of these last few years, had cancer, and we all knew she didn't have much time left. He went down to see her (about 250 miles) and was staying at her house, trying to get her set up for hospice care, etc. She was in the hospital. About 4:00 am all the cats in the house (there were several) jumped up on my son-in-law's bed all at once.

Later that day he discovered that was the time that she had died. It was just an odd thing, not quite like yours, but still kind of in the same ballpark.

I don't know you, of course, but my wife committed suicide when my only daughter was 13 years old. I've been there on the Dad side. He needs some help, too, you know. Help him out. You'll be glad you did.

Thank you for sharing this experience with us. What a heart wrenching and beautiful story. I have experienced something like this also. It may seem strange to some that it was my mother in law. She was a hard woman, hard to get along with and just very rough. It took me a long time to get used to her. But when I did, I really realized what a beautiful woman she was in so many ways, even though she could be so difficult most of the time. She lived a very hard life and had many health issues as she grew older. She died relatively young in my opinion, she was 69. It was back in January of this year. It was a long drawn out ordeal and she was in a lot of pain until they started the morphine.
Anyway, what happened was in March I had a bad infection and the antibiotic they gave me caused a really bad reaction, so I ended up in the emergency room. This is the same hospital emergency room where she was admitted in January, and I was one room away from the room she was in. It’s a long story, but she was in a neglectful nursing home where despite all our efforts she didn’t get some care she needed. So we took her out to have her admitted to the other hospital to try to get her some help. The people at the hospital were even appalled at her conditions and they said that it certainly did look like she wasn’t properly cared for. Back to my story. I was so scared while I was lying in the bed waiting for someone to see me, I was starting to panic and cry. I don’t get sick much at all, so when I do, I get a bit worried and worry turns to fear, then panic. The infection was possibly MRSA, so they put me in a room by myself. I started to smell cigarette smoke. My mother in law had one vice, yup, smoking. She would always catch crap from us for smoking because it was bad for her health. But she clung to it right up until she had to go to the hospital. I knew it was her, because I am familiar with the hospital and the rooms are nowhere near any doors where it could have wafted in. Not to mention, she had made her presence known to my husband the night she died, and both my sisters in law, and one of my nephews with the smell of the cig smoke. It’s kind of funny actually. Needless to say, her smoke smell comforted me in my time of need. I knew she was there with me and it made me so happy that I was able to calm down and even started to laugh, partly because of my happiness, but also because of the smoke smell that seems to signal her presence with us, I just find it funny. I thought of that immediately when you said you smell your mom’s perfume. Also, I feel like she’s sitting in her chair in the living room sometimes. Others in the family feel that as well.

Thanks for those great replies guys!
I do find it awesome how our pets can be highly sensitive to our emotions and the supernatural.
Schuyler that sounded like a terrible time for you, suicide has to be the worst.
My parents didn't get on so I'm sure my dad's ok.

And Ellie I know exactly what you mean!

You can just feel you're not alone at times, and it's like they want you to know they're around
'cause thoughts appear in your mind.
She was very spiritual aswell I wonder if that means anything.

My condolences for your loss. Though I have not experienced anything as you with your mother. I still have mine thankfully and your story made me appreciate what I have a little more. In 2001 when I was 16 my grandfather passed away. we were not really close up until the last few months of his life as he was a very hard man raised in the depression and such. But when he passed away it hit me kind of hard. One of his pet peeves was safety on the road he was a truck driver for many years and never had a splotch on his driving record. From time to time when I am going a little faster than I know I should be it is almost as if I can hear him say "slow it down and get your foot out of the radiator, 55 no faster" It is kind of goofy but I feal that it is his way of lettin me know he is still there. I can say that with time it gets easier and we just have to keep on truckin. thanks for shareing your story

I'm so sorry for your loss, truly. I lost my husband 2 years ago to a heart attack at the age of 46 and still struggle daily with it.
a few days after he died I distinctly remember laying on the couch trying to sleep. I so clearly felt him lay next to me and wrap his arms around me, I have no doubt about it. He was trying to comfort my sorrow.
Try to be strong. I have no doubt our spirits live on. you'll see your mum again. I believe through eternity we have 'circles' of friends and family.
God bless.

Around 2-3a.m. this morning the door to my lounge from the hallway opened itself

What's crazy is there is no possible way for it to open without a firm grip and turn of the doorknob, even in really strong winds this door has never blown open.

I was sitting here reading a thread on ATS about the strange sound phenomena when it happened, lol

I looked over at the door when it opened and just stared at it thinking wtf?!?

Could it have been my mom checking on me?

or an invisible spying teleporter from Area 51?



Anyway this probably is most bizarre paranormal encounter I've ever had, really strange.

I teared when I read that you stopped tearing.

Thanks for sharing OP. That really touched me.