We’ve all shared whispered thoughts, but have you heard a whispered warning and no one was around?

    When I was in high school, I was waiting in the car while a friend was knocking on the door of another friend. We were going to the homecoming football game.

    I heard someone whisper, get out, now.

    It was a suggestion, not a command.

    I opened the car door, got out, closed the door and walked toward the front of the car, but a few feet away.

    I heard a loud “crack,” then a “crash” as the limb of the tree fell on the car, crushing the roof, breaking out the windshield and the passenger side window and crushing the passenger door.

    Without a doubt, I would have been killed.

    Since the wind is blowing outside, I thought I’d share with you a few “whisper” stories you may enjoy — maybe you have one of your own you’d like to share with us in the comments below — or send to us: admin@twocansonastring.com

    Sarah received such a warning when she was out walking her dog.

    When Sarah was twelve years old, she lived with her parents in a new housing track where new construction was actively taking place. All the workers had gone for the day and she and her dog, Henry, liked exploring the development. Occasionally, she would take a wagon on her walk to pick up wood scraps for their fireplace.

    Sarah and Henry walked a couple of blocks away. It was now time for them to return home before dark.

    On this particular day, Sarah was collecting wood scraps. The wagon was full, overflowing full. Henry was pulling at his leash, but Sarah had to walk slowly with her wagon.

    They stopping for the few cars that were passing by before crossing the street.

    Sarah heard, “Wait. A strange car without headlights is coming.”

    She backed up her wagon into the driveway of the unoccupied house.

    A car without headlights appeared, stopped at the curb, the passenger door and a man shouted, “Come here!”

    Sarah left her wagon and she and Henry ran for help. They ran toward a porch light. Sarah breathlessly rang the doorbell and cried out, “Help!”

    The door was opened. She just pointed at the car at the curb. The husband and wife who answered the door, immediately went into action. The man walked towards the car at the curb yelling at the man inside. He told him in no uncertain terms to get out. The man’s wife wrote down the license plate number and called the police.

    Sarah never told anyone about the “warning” she heard, but she was grateful for it.

    The police apprehended the man in his car a few blocks away just as he was grabbing a young girl and pulling her into his car.

    Sarah’s warning helped two potential victims that late afternoon/early evening.

    Residual Haunting, Perhaps.

    I find this story interesting because of the possible historical implications.

    Leslie was visiting her cousins one summer. She knew their house was haunted, but nothing scary ever happened to her there.

    Her aunt set a mattress on the floor in the living room for Leslie and her sister to sleep on.

    She felt warm and kicked off the covers. She tried to get back to sleep, but decided to get a glass of water. As she approached the kitchen, she heard a man say, “They can’t hide here.”  Then a woman answered, “They’re here and they’re staying.”

    The kitchen light was off and neither voice sounded like her aunt or uncle.

    She slowly backed away. She felt suddenly cold and wanted to get back to bed.

    What really scared her was when the man said, “She heard us.”

    She heard footsteps behind her and felt breathing down her neck.

    Leslie’s screams awoke the whole household.

    She learned that the house was part of the underground railway system for negro slaves who were seeking freedom. In the morning, her aunt showed her where the tunnel was blocked off, but she believed the house was still active with the spirits of those who lived there previously and those who passed through.

    Whispers Coming From The Vents In The Condo.

    Jon and Betty were hearing whispering voices from the vents in their condo. They became a little paranoid thinking that if they could hear others, others could hear them.

    Jon went to talk to the on-site realtor and voice his concerns. He was basically told he was imagining things, because the vents were not connected to any of the other condos. Plus, each one was specifically built for privacy with sound proofing between all common walls ceiling and flooring.

    The annoying thing was that neither Jon nor Betty could understand what was being said or if the whispers were male or female.

    One evening, while watching a television program, Jon heard tapping on the vent. He muted the television and listened. There was a pattern. Three tap, tap, taps in quick progression. Then tap, pause, tap, pause, tap, pause. Followed by tap, tap, tap. Then the pattern repeated. He knew it was the universal code for “Help.”

    Jon immediately called the association to have someone come immediately to check out the problem he was experiencing.

    Albert, the man who answered Jon’s call walked in.

    “I don’t hear anything,” he said curtly and turned around for the door.

    Then he heard the tapping. A flush came to his face and beads of sweat formed on his forehead and upper lip. He ran out of the condo.

    Jon found him outside, leaning on a lamp post, muttering to himself. “It’s impossible. Impossible.”

    Albert placed a call on his cell phone. Jon couldn’t hear what was being said, but Albert was gesturing wilding with his free hand. “Get over here, now!”

    Upon seeing Jon, Albert straightened himself up and said, “I’ve called an exterminator, it could be a rodent in the vent. Is there a place you and your wife can stay for a few days?”

    Jon knew Albert wasn’t being straight with him and had no intention of vacating his home.

    As it turned out, Albert, “the exterminator ” and another man were all partners in financing the building of the condo complex. The other man was causing problems for Albert and his friend and found himself pushed down an open shaft and left for dead. It is unknown if the man died immediately or if he tried in vain to be rescued.

    Eventually, he did die and the whispering and tapping was his way of getting attention in his afterlife of what had happened to him.

    The remains of the unfortunate partner were recovered from the vent and Albert and “the exterminator” were sentenced for their crime.

    As for Jon and Betty, they sold the condo and moved out of state to settle into a lovely house by a lake.

    Whispered messages could be a blessing.

    I hope you enjoyed these Real Ghost Stories.

    Thanks for stopping by!

    Sharon