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2005 Encounters:
The Old Man in Our House - Edmonds, Washington

Grandmother's Angry Goodbye - Woodbury, Minnesota

The Fourth Kitty - Jasper, Tennessee

Dad's Kitten - San Diego, California

The Shadow and the Footsteps - Queens, New York

The Faucet Turned Itself On - West Virginia

The Dark Phantom at Paris Les Halles - Paris, France

The Haunted Family Home - Exeter, United Kingdom

Mysterious Footprints - Toronto, Ontario, Canada

Precognitive Dream About my Sister's Passing - Orlando, Florida

Remembering G.G. - Long Beach, California

1700s Ghost Lady - Dublin, Ohio

Dad's Message - El Dorado, Arkansas

The Graveyard Woman - Indianapolis, Indiana

Apparition at Senator Bard's Mansion - Ventura, California Ghost picture

The Vanishing Soldier - Posovina Corridor, Bosnia

Belleview's Haunted Biltmore Hotel - Clearwater, Florida

In Memory of Uncle Fred - Shelby Twp., Michigan

Floating Down the Stairs - Omaha, Nebraska

Our Old-Time Visitor - Savannah, Georgia

The Footsteps and Opaque Mist - Fraser, Michigan

Graveyard Shift at the Water Plant - Dayton, Tennessee

University of West Florida Pirate Apparition - Pensacola, Florida Ghost picture

The White Lady of Easton - Easton, Connecticut Ghost picture

A Spirit Saved My Life - Austin, Texas

My Sign From Dad - Kansas City, Missouri

Gram's Warning - Philidelphia, Pennsylvania

Jordan's Vigilant Watch - Tehachapi, California

A Strange Light in Willer Hall, Quincy University - Quincy, Illinois

Dad's Spirit - Navasota, Texas Ghost picture

The Rotating Bed - Virginia

Poltergeists at the Desert Sands Inn - Albuquerque, New Mexico

The Reclining Ghost - Gresham, Oregon

The Hand Grabbed Me - Salt Lake City, Utah

The Dark Figure - Sydney, Nova Scotia, Canada

Grandpa's Late-Night Visit - Colorado Springs, Colorado

Second Sight After Surgery - San Diego, California

Mom's Goodbye Kiss - Virginia Ghost picture

Encounters At My Grandparent's House - Lumber City, Georgia

The Spirit Girl Who Lived With Us - Flagler Beach, Florida

My Cousin By the Pool - Dubai, United Arab Emirates

My Doppelganger - Perth, Western Australia

The Orb Brushed Beside Me - Blooming Grove, New York

The Old Beauchamp House - Grove, Oklahoma

Knocks, Shadows, and Apparitions - Alexandria, Minnesota

The Misty Working Girl - Chicopee, Massachusetts

The Shinto God at Tojinbo Cliffs - Tojinbo, Fukui Prefecture, Japan

My Car Crash Premonition Dream - Atlanta, Georgia

The Ghost Who Pinches Toes - Birmingham, England

A Voice In My Ear - Sitka, Alaska

The Entity From My House - Georgia

Talking to Grammy - Evanston, Illinois

The Ghost Followed Me Home - New Orleans, Louisiana and Santa Rosa, California

The Man in the Pool - Marietta, South Carolina

The Girl at the End of My Bed - Louisiana

Fog of Spirits on the Graveyard Shift - Springfield, Pennsylvania

Floyd and the Walking Horse Hotel - Wartrace, Tennessee

Rattling Cabinets From Mom - Pensacola, Florida

The Basement Girl - Eau Claire, Wisconsin

Scarborough Beach Restaurant Apparition - Scarborough Beach, Western Australia

The Ghostly Ballroom - Delevan, Wisconsin

The Haunted Garden - Cornwall, England, UK

Gale Force Phantom Winds - Sussex, England, UK

Tomkins Square Park Apparition - New York, New York

The Girl in the Pilgrim Dress - Griffin, Georgia

A Late-Night Visitor - Loveland, Colorado

The Mohawk's Cry - Altamont, New York

Granny's Passing - Jonesboro, Arkansas

Anna Tried to Show Me - Rochester, New York

The Shadow in the Kitchen - Elgin, Illinois

Bessett House Orbs - Bannack, Montana

My First Haunting - Wareham, Massachusetts

Our Haunted Office - Ocala, Florida

James's Last Call - Austin, Texas

Great Grandmother's Ghost - Mendoza, Argentina

Channel Road Apparition - Sanger, California

Haunted Practice Space - Massillon, Ohio

Strange Sounds in Our House - Portland, Oregon

Paris Theatre Orbs - Paris, France

My "Daughter" Sarah - Somersworth, New Hampshire

My Creepy Apartment - Amherst, Massachusetts

Nan's Ghostly Girl at St. Mary's - Jersey Channel Islands, United Kingdom

Greatmother's Message - Pittsburg, Kansas

Bessett House Orbs - Bannack, Montana

The Disappearing Battery Pack - Honolulu, Hawaii

Paul's Goodbye - UCONN, Storrs, Connecticut

My Haunted Life - Orange County, California

My Ancestors' Spirit at Ruthin Castle - Ruthin, Wales

The Little Red Rocking Chair - Brooklyn, New York

My Uncle's Visits - Wiggins, Colorado

Strange Sounds at The Rock - San Francisco, California

A Visit From Ole Pete - Sharpsburg, Virginia

Shadow Figures - Sykesville, Maryland

Flagler Museum Energy Ribbon - Palm Beach, Florida

Phantom Perfume at the Whaley House - San Diego, California

Floating Red Eyes - Uvalde, Texas

Ivy's Watchful Vigil - Cheltenham, Gloucestershire, United Kingdom

Mists and Streaks in the Philippines - Cebu, Liloan, Philippines

Six Days of Torment - Old Wethersfield, Connecticut

Scratching Torment - Palm Coast, Florida

Granny's Bouncing Lights - Jemison, Alabama

Visions From Lourdes - Lourdes, France

The Evil Eyes - Northern Ireland

Sleeping by Camp Letterman - Gettysburg, Pennsylvania

Living With Spirits - Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

Cozy... Haunted, But Cozy - Warrensburg, Missouri

My Grandmother Walked By - Glace Bay, Nova Scotia, Canada

Entities at a Prayer Meeting - Salem, Illinois

The Foreboding House - North Shields, Tyne & Wear, UK

Waverly Hall Cemetery Anomalies - Waverly Hall, Georgia

The Island Ghost That Follows - Wrentham, Massachusetts

The 4:05 AM Banshee - Suffolk, Virginia

My Cousin's Ghost - Bronx, New York

Do Orbs Mean a Haunting? - Newton, Iowa

A Guardian Angel and Haunted Home - Massachusetts

The Spirit of Mrs. Rogers - Wakefield, England

Conjoining Mist Spirits - Chesterland, Ohio

My Family's Clairvoyant Gifts - Region 1, the Philippines

The Queen of Hearts - Irwin, Pennsylvania

"Little Chicken" at Hotel Meade EVP - Bannack, Montana

My Two Haunted Houses - Bridgend, Wales, UK

The House Of Ludington Ghost Video - Escanaba, Michigan

Dad's Ice Cream-Eating Angel - Barboursville, West Virginia

A Phantom Leg Rub - Sheridan, Michigan

The Ghosts of Iversons Pits - Gettysburg, Pennsylvania

Spirits on the Land - Milton, Florida

The Ghost Who Doesn't Like Men - Neptune City, New Jersey

The Old Aunt's House - Indiana

The Ghost of Opus - Nashua, New Hampshire

Dad's Last Visit - Cliffside Park, New Jersey

The Glowing Window - Glendale, California

Grandmere's Gift - Louisiana

Blizzard's Ghost - Lynn, Massachusetts

Contacting Sam - Stinson Lake, New Hampshire

Grandma's Dusty Sign - Scituate, Massachusetts

The Face on the Floor - Southampton, England

The Ghostly Roommate - Channel Islands, UK

Captain Tony's Saloon's Haunted Bathroom - Key West, Florida

Grandma's Last Call? - Grapevine, Texas

The Front Porch Moaning - Managua, Nicaragua

The Crystal Curse - Chesapeake, Ohio

Bringing Evil Home - Denver, Colorado

Mr. Ruckman's Mansion - Runge, Texas

Brown Robed Figure - Fremont, California

The White lady of Old Burial Point - Salem, Massachusetts

November 11, 2005

In Memory of Uncle Fred

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Fred Zdanowicz, Shelby Twp., Michigan, 1963,

I tell my friends that I was named after a ghost, but it wasn't really a ghost but an apparition of sorts my mother saw in our house on Bellamine Street, in Shelby Twp., Michigan.

My name is Fred, the same as my mom's Uncle Fred who lived in Ontario. He was my mother's mother's brother, and the two of them came from a big farming family of seven other children from somewhere in northern Ontario. I wish I had asked my mother the name of the town before she died in 2000.

When my mother was young, she would accompany her mother to a farm in this northern town in Ontario to see her brothers and sisters. While visiting, it was her Uncle Fred who always gave her the most attention compared to her other Canadian aunts and uncles. 

Her Uncle Fred would take her on tractor rides and play hide and seek with her around the barnyard and surrounding woods. Every year she would visit this farm and he was always there smiling and so giving to her as a child. All she can remember is that he made a living as a barber and playing the violin. That, and he never married.

Inevitably and naturally, my mother and her Uncle Fred forged a strong bond between them. My mother described it as a "soul mate" relationship that continued for years, well into her early 30s. They would write, talk on the phone, and in general keep in touch whenever there were years that she and her mother couldn't make the annual summer trip to the farm to see him and the rest of my grandmother's immediate family.

In 1963, my mother married my father and they moved into a brand new built house in Shelby Twp., Michigan. One day while he was at work, my mother was downstairs doing laundry and, as she had told me a number of times through the years, she said...

"...I heard a bump, like a table was bumped and moved down at the other end of the basement. I was scared because I knew I was alone in the house and thought that maybe someone had snuck in down the stairs without me seeing them. I slowly walked away from the washing machine and dryer and looked down the length of the basement to see my Uncle Fred. I was relieved to see it was him and not a stranger, but at the same time I was puzzled and couldn't believe he was there. I remember he had a content smile on his face and that his hands were flat out in front of him.

After five seconds or so of staring at him, I finally said, 'Uncle, Fred--' and he was gone. Just disappeared. What I meant to say was, 'Uncle, Fred, what are you doing here?' But I never got the whole sentence out. I walked down to the end of the basement and turned on lights but there wasn't any sign of him.

I immediately called my mother to tell her what I had just seen. When she answered the phone, she told me that she was just about to call me to tell me that my Uncle Fred had just died at the farmhouse in northern Ontario. I couldn't believe it. I told her that I had just seen him no more than a few minutes ago down in the basement. And then together we both began to cry: her for her lost brother, me for my uncle and soul mate."

I had my mother tell me that story often throughout my life so I wouldn't forget it.

One night in March, 1996, when I was living in Rochester, Michigan, I called my dad to check in on how my mother was doing. She had had the flu and was laid up in bed for at least four days. This was not like my mother to be off her feet for this long and I was worried. I knew that she was going to see the doctor that day for this nasty flu she couldn't shake and I wanted to find out what the doctor said. When I called over to my parents' house, my dad told me that she was in St. Joseph's hospital in Warren, and I immediately had a bad, sinking feeling that something bad was about to happen to her. It was gripping, and I couldn't explain why it was so strong. I started getting upset and told my dad that this wasn't an ordinary flu, that something bad was going to happen to her and he told me everything was all right and they were only taking tests for a minor heart palpitation the doctor had found that day. 

I knew it as soon as he told me something was going to happen to my mother that night. And at 10:00 I jumped into my car and raced over to see her at St. Joseph's Hospital.

When I got there, I found it was well passed visiting hours. But I learned of her room number and blew passed the Nurses station anyway. I had to see my mother. The nurse yelled to me but I disregarded her and made my way down the hallway. She said that she was calling security and I said go right ahead. I figured I would have a few minutes with my mom before being escorted out. Some kind of absolute truth was ringing inside of me that told me I knew I had to see her because something bad was about to happen to her and it might be the last time I see her.

When I found her, she was laying in bed in a room by herself, reading a magazine and watching Jay Leno. I ran to her and broke down in tears telling her about what I knew. But I didn't know how to tell her how I knew it. It was a pure gut instinct that caused me to cry and fear the worse. I couldn't believe how much this feeling made me feel weak, vulnerable, and unable to stop whatever was going to happen from happening. 

When the nurse came with a Security Guard, my mom told them that it was okay, that she needed to see me as much as I needed to see her, and that she insisted that I stay. The Security Guard saw the condition I was in and said it was okay with him as long as it was okay with the nurse. The nurse subsided and said okay but only for a little while.

I talked with my mother and she held me for a few hours (as I write this I can't help but brush away a tear. I remember that night so vividly). She told me about her childhood, her grandfather who came over from Germany and lived with her but didn't speak too much English. And I had her tell me the story of my Uncle Fred and how she saw him that day down in the basement one more time. And she did, just as she had so many times before, and just as I have shared it with you on this Web site.

She told me to go home because I had to work the next day. I was tired and emotionally strung out, and eventually I did leave. She assured me that the doctors were only going to do a few tests and then she would be home the next day. She assured me everything was going to be okay.

The next morning, a little before 7:00, my sister, Celia, our family matriarch, called me at my apartment in Rochester and told me that our mother had just suffered a major stroke. I was numb. I had no tears to cry. I just told her that I knew something like that was going to happen, I just didn't know how I knew. 

When I was born on January 13, 1969, I was the second twin born. The first boy my dad wanted to name after his father, Frank. He left the naming of the second boy up to my mother. And she told my dad that she wanted to name me after her Uncle Fred, a simple barber and violin player who worked on a farm in northern Ontario. 

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