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This event happened to me in 1987 in my house in Columbia, PA. The house is a late 1800s Victorian end-of-row house with a basement, 2 stories and a mansard roof and is still standing, although I left there in 1988. I had been having problems with depression, including a near-successful suicide attempt at the age of 21. I was often up late at night, watching TV or reading. This particular night I was in my 2nd-floor bedroom, in bed, reading a book at about 2 a.m. I suddenly smelled the strong odor of roses. (Please note that the windows were closed and there were no rosebushes anywhere near the house.) I looked up from the book and in the corner of my large bedroom stood my father, who had died in 1979. He was dressed exactly as he often was in life, wearing khaki pants and a short sleeved green shirt. I could see through him to a certain extent. His lips did not move but he stared straights at me and in my mind, I heard him say, "You cannot join me yet. You have things to do here. Please get help."

Then he turned and walked through the wall. The smell also disappeared. I was, needless to say, stunned. The very next day I got help from a psychiatrist and will always be on anti-depressants and another drug because I was diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder. At the time this happened, my 2 sons were 8 and 5 years old. Obviously, I had to stay to raise them. At my father's funeral in February of 1979, his casket was covered with an enormous blanket of strong-smelling red roses. To this day, I cannot stand red roses.

Although I never saw my father again, several other things happened in this same house. I heard piano music from next door that was obviously not a recording - the person would make a mistake and stop, go back a few measures and try again. I had 7 years of piano lessons, so I know how that sounds! One day I asked the 2 elderly ladies in that house which one of them played the piano. Very puzzled, they informed me that they had a piano, but it hadn't been touched in years.

I also fell down the entire flight of stairs (this house had 10-ft.ceilings on the first floor, so that was a long way to fall!) early one morning and eventually spent 5 days in the hospital because post-concussion syndrome caused me to lose my ability to stand up and walk. I feel that I was pushed down the stairs.

In the course of owning this house, I lost my job, had marital problems, both my husband and I had numerous illnesses and injuries and I eventually lost the house to foreclosure. I really wasn't unhappy to move out!!

Some research revealed that a priest may have lived there at one time - the house is across the street from a Catholic church and school. Maybe he didn't approve of my beliefs in Spiritualism and other New Age type things!

I now live in a 50-year-old house with no ghosts!! But I've encountered them elsewhere...
-Moonlady.