Following is the accounts of people who have heard the singing of phantom carolers, received greetings from dead family members and other strange encounters at Christmas time.
THE CHRISTMAS VISITOR
I had an unusual visitor on Christmas Day, 2008 and I’m pretty sure it wasn’t Santa Claus passing by my house in Bloomington, Indiana. The day started in typical fashion with the opening of gifts around the Christmas tree. I served an early Christmas dinner for family and friends, and everybody departed by 5 p.m., except my sister and brother-in-law who live with me. They were sleeping in a bedroom at the end of the hall with the door open.
I went into my bedroom with my dog, Toby and shut the door securely. Toby curled up on the foot of my bed to sleep, like he always does. It was chilly, so I pulled the blankets and comforter up around my head and curled up to nap for an hour.
I was just dozing off when I heard the latch on my bedroom door open.
I waited several seconds for my sister or brother-in-law to ask me whatever they came to say, but there was no other sound. It was almost 7 p.m., so my bedroom was pitch black. I had left lights on in the kitchen and the bathroom, and there were lots of Christmas lights in the living room, so the hallway would have been well lit. It would be easy to see whoever was at the door just by lifting my head.
I pushed the blankets down and lifted my head from the pillow, but just as I would have been able to see who was in the doorway, an extremely bright light hit me right in the eyes. I shielded my eyes and yelled, “Turn out that @#%$ light! You’re blinding me!” The light immediately disappeared and I heard the bedroom door latch closed.
My bedside light is a touch lamp, so I tapped it on and looked around the bedroom. There was no one in the bedroom except me and Toby. I decided to go let him outside and see what Sis or brother-in-law needed. When I went into the hallway, I could see both of them still in bed. I took Toby to the living room to let him outside, and there was nobody there either.
So who opened my bedroom door and turned a spotlight on my face? — Scarlet Dragon
HARK, THE HERALD ANGELS SING
On Christmas Eve night, 1978 at about 3:00 a.m. in Klammath Falls, Oregon, I was suddenly aware and awakened by a choir singing. The house was new construction, miles from the nearest church. I strained to hear any words that I could understand or a tune that I could identify, but I could not understand the language or tune. I did get a feeling of “angelic” exaltation, reverence and gladness of heart. This was truly a heavenly choir lifting their voices on high, singing hosanna in the highest, in an unknown tongue, without accompaniment of instruments.
I examined the television, but it was turned off, as was the radio. I explored outside, but the singing was not heard outdoors. The way the countless male, female and children’s voices entwined together, the tonals going from operatic highs to the deepest bass voices in perfect harmony. It must have lasted about 10 minutes, but it was touching for an eternity. — Mel Shrum
CHRISTMAS PHONE CALL FROM HEAVEN
My mother passed away three years ago. We were very close and I miss her daily. Last Christmas evening, I went to bed and woke up to the phone ringing. I answered it and a voice that was very familiar to me said, “Hello there.” It was my mother’s voice. The line had a static noise and it sounded to cut in and out. I said, “This can’t be you, mom. You’re dead.”
She said, “Oh, come on now.” She sounded a bit agitated, and then we were cut off. My 16-year-old daughter was sleeping in the next room and also heard the phone ring that night. I know it was my mother’s voice: she has a Norwegian accent and it was her! — Bonnie O.
THE PHANTOM CAROLERS
On this evening of 1986, we started to hear what we thought were the neighbors out singing Christmas carols. The sound of the singing got louder and louder as, I assumed, the carolers approached our house. In fact, they were singing my favorite Christmas song, ‘Do You Hear What I Hear.’
Interested to see, my cousin and I dashed to the window and started to look out into the dark night. What we saw, or should I say, didn’t see was beyond words.
Although the singing continued to get louder, there was no one outside! We went to other windows in the house to see better, but still there was no one in sight. We just stared at each other in disbelief. The eerie singing slowly began to fade, as if the invisible carolers were walking past our house.
I kept telling [my cousin] there had to be a logical explanation for what we heard, but there was not. No radio, TV or other devices were on in our house. Later, we asked some of the neighbors if they were playing Christmas carols that evening. They quickly confirmed our fear when they said no.
Needless to say, the song is no longer a favorite of mine. – Polin
HAUNTING CHRISTMAS SONG
On February 7, 2009 my Mom passed away of terminal cancer. Prior to her death, we had talked about the afterlife. I asked her if she could send me a sign after she was gone to let me know that she was ok. She said that she would if she could.
That night I went to bed after crying myself to sleep and at about 4 a.m. I was lying there thinking about our conversation when all of the sudden a doll that played the song “Rockin Around the Christmas Tree” went off in my little girl’s room all by itself.
There was nothing near it and no way could it have gone off. My daughter had just gotten it for Christmas. And now a year later it hasn’t happened again. Christmas was my Mom’s favorite holiday. I am sure that it was her. Or is it just a coincidence? – Luetta LaMatry