ANOTHER GHOST STORY

by Angelito Domaoan

When we were still in Seattle we lived in a ranch house ( we own it ) with 4 or 5 outside steps going up the house. For security, we decided to put some iron grills on the front and back windows. We also decided to put some steel doors with steel screen for protection from bad elements.

Our work then started at 7am in the morning, the reason beng almost all of our suppliers and customers are in the east coast. West coast is behind by three hours. At 5 in the morning we were already awoke.At that time my wife and I were in the kitchen preparing our lunch. Then suddenly somebody started knocking at the same time trying to turn the door knob. But what I could not understand was .how could he or she could have accessed the door knob on our back doorway. If you are outside you can't turn the door knob without opening the steel door which was covered with steel screen. That door is always LOCKED at night! Since it was still dark outside I opened the outside light on the door to see who was outside.

Woooo...I didn't see anyone outside the door! The door knob continued to turn, the knocking continued to echo .It seemed the knocker was INSIDE the house.! I felt our hair was standing on an end. Me and my wife started praying prayers for the dead. After 10 minutes of praying the doorknob stopped turning and the knocking stopped.. We didnt even know that all the time my mother in law was watching all that was happening.

I am now a person who prays a lot. When I recite my rosary it takes me almost two hours to finish it because I pray for the soul of many departed (whether my parents grandparents relative's friend in acquaintances, officemates,neighbors etc) I mentioned each of their names.There is nothing more powerful than a sincere, heartfelt PRAYER!

One night I dreamed that I was on my room laying on my bed when suddenly my sister came with an older woman who was carrying a fruit basket for
me. My sister introduced her to me as a mother of the President of this great country the USA.She mentioned her whole name which I remembered so vividly.

That morning I was scanning a prestigious newspaper when I saw the photo of the same woman that I dreamed of. She has exactly the same name that my sister mentioned it my dream.. This woman died of an illness. Since that day I added her name into the names of the people I am praying for.