Paranormal Party–Psychic Time Back to Blog
Hi, everyone! Today it is my pleasure to have my Brava Writing With the Stars mentee, Dale Mayer, as my blog party guest! Dale has written a fabulous (dark, sexy, and exciting!) story for the Brava contest. Welcome to the party, Dale!! Hope you enjoy your stay.
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Thanks to Cynthia for putting me on her guest list for the Halloween party. What a great place to hang out!
My most recent romantic suspense titles all have a form of psychic ability in them as I continue to feed my fascination with all things paranormal. But what starts this kind of interest? In my case, it was a very strange spooky occurrence that happened a long time ago. What better place to share this spooky take than on a Halloween blog!
At eighteen I was sharing a house with a roommate while I worked at saving enough money to go to college and taking requisite courses for entrance.
This one evening I was working on my homework at the kitchen table on the second floor of this large empty house. There was a large kitchen window overlooking the empty field and the table sat in front of it. I sat so I was staring out the window. It was close to eleven at night. Because it was late at night and I had a light on in the kitchen, the window was a dark black space which showed nothing of the outside world.
I glanced up from my work to see a man walking inside the door. He was in his late twenties, with a lock of brown hair falling across his forehead. Dressed in jeans and a green plaid shirt, he was rolling back the cuff of the sleeve on his left arm. See the details are still so clear, even though it happened decades ago.
My reaction? I freaked. I bounced back from the chair and spun around. The same kitchen stove and cupboards were there. I spun around to look out the window but the man had gone. The things to remember here are:
• I was on the second floor.
• The front door was downstairs and was locked.
• I was staring into a window out at nothing – there were no other houses in front of me.
• The other side of the kitchen is what should have been in the reflection – there’s no door that can be seen from anywhere close to that window.
• The house was empty except for me at the time.
Alone, I was terrified because I thought someone had come inside my house. Rationally, I knew it couldn’t be possible, but I couldn’t convince myself. I searched the house, shaking and panicked, forcing myself to check closets, under beds etc.
Still shaking I called my mother and told her. She went really quiet by the time I was done. She said I should go and visit her next the day. At least she calmed me down and I could get back to work – in my own bedroom with the door locked until my roommate came home.
The next day, I went to my mother’s house after work. She waited for a few minutes, then pulled a picture out of the book she was reading and handed it over to me. I stared at it in shock. “This is him. This is the man that I saw in the window last night.” And it was – right down to the green plaid shirt and the man in the picture rolling the cuff back on his arm – left arm no less. I dropped the picture and asked her, “Who is he?”
The sad smile she gave me almost broke my heart, but it’s what she said that stunned me. “He’s your father.”
The same father who’d died over sixteen years earlier.
True story I swear. The overwrought imagination of young woman? Maybe. A visit from a father, long dead? Who knows? But I’ve been fascinated ever since!
What about you? Anyone else have a weird experience like that? What drives you to write about the paranormal? Share your stories with me, and one commenter will win an early copy of Cynthia’s ETERNAL FLAME.
Dale Mayer is multipubbed in non-fiction, and writes both adult and young adult fiction focusing on taut psychological suspense with romance and paranormal elements. She’s currently a finalist in Brava’s Writing for the Stars contest! Voting opened yesterday on October 11th and goes to the 24th. Come out and join the fun!
All kinds of weirdness has happened at my house. We have sounds of ppl walking up and down the stairs, the therostat is constantly turning itself off even though its been checked and replaced several times, we hear ppl talking in the basement. *sigh* its a constant thing in my house. But we aren’t afraid of it and I will tell you why.
When we first moved in my son was 4. Once morning about 7am he decided to get up early and mess with the windows in his bedroom. We have used the child locks on the windows and added some of our own as good measure. He figured them out and got onto the overhang outside his window which was our front porch. He then fell off the overhang and we woke up to hear him crying outside. I woke up to that freaked out and made my hubby take him to the ER to check for internal injuries. NOT A SCRATCH. To this day, when I ask him what happened he says he “floated” down. And that the grandma in his room helped him.
Come to find out there was a couple of old ladies that lived here before us. A mother and daughter. The mother died and the daughter was in a nursing home last I heard. But according to my neighbor, the woman my son described after the flying escapade, was the mother. Right down to her favorite dress she always wore.
I totally believe.
Hi Nikki, thanks for stopping by! Now your story is way freaky and so cool. I’d love to like of ‘nice’ spirits helping to keep your son safe. Once you have an experience like that – how can you not believe!
Dale
What a great story. I would have freaked. I’ve never experienced anything like it. And though I read paranormal books, I would rather not live it.
Hi Diane. You know even just writing this story down brought up the goosebumps on my arm, the memory so real and fresh. I couldn’t be alone in a house at night for a long time without worrying. Then you hear a story like Nikki’s and it makes you really wonder!
Have a great day!
I’m a medium as well as an author, so I see strange things all the time lol one things stands out though. I heard my french doors rattling like crazy one night and thought my son has locked himself out yet again. I went down to the lounge door and standing beside it was a man really tall and large, dressed in a white cable knit jumper. He made me jump and the first thing that sprung to mind was intruder, not spirit person. As I yelled for my husband he just vanished. I don’t know why he was rattling my doors or why he wanted me to see him, but he sure made me panic for a moment.
Hi Margaret – panic? You’re lucky you didn’t have a heart attack. That’s an awesome story. If you a medium, you must have had your share of unusual occurrences over the years but that one has impact.
Wow I’ve never had that kind of paranormal thing happen to me but I would definitely be even more fascinated by the paranormal if something like that ever happened.
Hi Jeannette, it’s amazing isn’t it. I’ve never been able to get that out of my mind and every time I hear someone else’s story, it just builds in your mind. I love reading paranormal stories now and of course – I write them!
This story is not directly about me but I witnessed it. When my younger sister was little she used to have bad night terrors. She would wake in the middle of the night and have her eyes open and be talking but would still seem like she was sleeping. Well one night I heard her and followed my mon into her room. When we got there she was sitting up on the bed screaming and pointing at something in front of her. We were facing her so the “thing” she was pointing and staring at was behind us. We were to scared to turn around so we just went about calming my sister down. After about 10 min she seemed to go back to sleep calmly. To this day we have no idea what exactly happened this particular night but it was pretty freaky cause we are pretty sure there was something standing behind us. We called my grandmother in to sprinkle the bed with holy water and say a prayer and it never happened again.
Hi Leagh,
I love stories like that. That’s so cool about calling in your grandmother and using holy water and prayers – at least it worked – a big relief for all of you I’m sure. I was prone to night terrors when younger too. I could see things so clearly but no one else could. They said I had an overactive imagination! As if…
I love stories like these, but nothing like this has ever happened to me. But I do “feel” my mom and my sister often, and they both died years ago. Not a physical feeling but it’s as though I’m being wrapped with a powerful and unconditional love.
Dale, I forgot to say how great your contest entry is. I’m already eager to see next month’s.
Hi Edie, so good to have you at the party! That’s so great about feeling your mother and sister around. I’ve heard other people say similar things about loved ones who’d died. I’d like to think that they were sending you loving hugs.
Thanks for the compliments on the contest entry! – I’m scared the second one won’t stand up. Lol. There’s nothing like putting your stuff out – as you well know!
Great story- I have had a lot of paranormal type experiences. I have lots of weird things that happen to me- have for my whole life. I am fascinated by all of it.
Enjoyed your post.
Hi Jillian, Once something ‘odd’ like this touches our lives personally, it’s hard not to be affected! Thanks for stopping by today!
Weird things seem to happen like this to me and now in a roundabout way, my little boy. I came home from college a day early and saw my step grandfather sitting in a chair in the living room. He looked good..considering that he had been fighting cancer…I went to hug him and he disappeared. 20MIN later my mom called and left word that my grandfather had passed away…in the hospital. I hugged a ghost…then a couple of years later, after my father died suddenly I could feel him in the air..one night I was up late and listening to a radio show when I looked up, and saw my dad watching me..and then it was like he wasnt even there anymore.
As for my son, he was born a yr after my dad died. My son never met his grandfather but when my son was alittle younger I would hear him talking and I would ask who he was talking to, since no one was there-he said “poppa”..and I at first couldnt figure out who he meant until my son saw my dad’s pic and my son said “THATS POPPA”…to this day I still get chills over it…Now that my son is 12, he said its like at times he can feel himself being watched over when he sleeps and he will tell me its his “poppa” doing it. When I asked how he knows, he just looks at me and says” I just do”… 🙂
I love those kinds of stories. I’ve heard several and they always warm my heart. Makes death and personal loss not quite so scary to contemplate that these loved ones can watch over us like that.
Thanks for sharing!
Wow what a story! Strange things have happened through the years, My sister has seen a man numerous times… he even followed her to her new house. Have no clue who he is. The rest of us just deal with missing items turning up in strange places, animals seeing things, sometimes movement out of the corner of our eyes…
The newest thing is three of us at different times have seen our black cat walk by… she passed away before summer!
Hi Colleen, thanks for visiting today. Love that black cat story. I’ve had several over the years and it’s always bothered me as to what happens to animals when they die, My sister said that she has experienced a weight on her lap when she sits in her recliner, like when her old tom was alive – only her lap was empty. Her tomcat had been gone for five years! I
Love the weird experiences I’m reading lately. 😉
The occasional something caught at the corner of my eyes and impressions of something other standing close or eyeing me up have a high-low relationship weeks/days at a time. The experiences have grown on me and I’ll dub them a normal part of my life these days. ;D
Other things? Years back, in my old house, objects in my room would be moved – different from the positions I put them in before I went out for the day. Drove me nuts. Had my siblings over it. Apparently nobody touched anything. Even with my suspicions I freaked with no witnesses. Two days later it stopped. I’m actually pretty sure it wasn’t a family member though. Tee-hee.
Hi Kayleigh! It’s amazing the things that seem to happen isn’t it? Seeing things, shadows moving, objects some how ending up in new locations. Various things have increased over the years in my house too. Maybe as we learn to accept it makes us more open??
Thanks for stopping by?
I have not had a paranormal experience but the night my grandfather died my grandmother was awakened at midnight. She was driven to the front door where a glowing orb appeared. She says she greeted the orb by saying come on in Vic and the orb went into the bedroom then disappeared. I was 9 when this happened.
I have always been interested in the un-explained. No reason why.
Hi Viki, I don’t think a reason is required. We hear these things and they make us think – consider the world around us differently. I feel fine with the experiences now, but can understand why someone else wouldn’t!
Have a great day!
I love paranormal books!
One of my experiences was when my grandmother died. I was home alone and all of the sudden all lights began to flicker (is that an Eglish word?). On and off they went.
Thirty minutes later I got a phonecall that my grandmother had past away.
Please enter me.
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Hi Lucy, I love reading paranormal too. Good thing there are great writers out there to keep us supplied with reading material! I’d love to think those lights flickering due to your grandmother. Maybe she was waving goodbye 🙂
Thanks for stopping by!
I have never witnessed this kind of weirdness or had any paranormal experiences. I do sometimes hear strange noises in the house, but nothing too alarming that would notify me that someone or something else was in the house.
Hi Jane,
Strange noise can be pretty disconcerting on their own without adding paranormal elements to up the weird factor. Who knows maybe a spirit is trying to talk to you! Scary thought huh?
Have a great day!
Wow, what a story. I have had a couple of odd experiences and my mom and sister have had a few more. One though that I really remember when I was away at school and in the middle of the night I woke up and saw 2 men standing at the end of the bed. One I thought looked familiar. Anyway I looked at the clock and went back to sleep, the next day my mom told me my uncle had died at that time and then the next time I went home I saw a picture of my dad when he was younger and realized he was one of the 2 men standing there. I think they both stopped in for a minute.
Donna – I love that! How nice to think that you Dad was there with your uncle. My Mom has been married twice and her first husband, my father mentioned in the story above died early. She’s always had nightmares about what would happen if she died and left her husband here on this side and returned to her dead husband’s side.
I told her once not to worry about it. That she had the best of both worlds – a man who loved her where ever she went.
Holy cats, Dale! What a weird, terrifying yet glorious experience. I got chills down my spine just reading it. The only paranormal experience we ever had at our house was a ghost cat. Kid you not. We had cats throughout my childhood, but in my teens I remember feeling a cat jump on the bed at night (but there’d be no cat there when I looked), or I’d hear purring under the bed (but there’d be no cat down there when I got down on the floor and looked).
Years later I mentioned these weird things to my dad. His jaw dropped and his face went ashen. “You had that happen, too?” he asked me. Turns out he experienced the same thing night after night while we lived in that house!
Hi Amy,
Isn’t it absolutely amazing the things that happen to us? I love that your Dad had the same experiences. What a great validation! It must show the affinity with cats that some of us have that cat stories keep turning up. I’d much prefer to think of my pets coming and visiting long after they’re gone!
Thanks for stopping by and have a great furry day!
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Wow, that’s kind of cool, Dale.
The first time something like this happened to me I was singing at a local lounge and suddenly I pictured blood dripping down two glass doors. Twenty minutes later we found out two people had been murdered in a nearby store and the reason the police found out was the blood dripping down the entrance doors. The next time I saw a big black ribbon on the side of the bridge and the next day a man fell to his death there.
Glad it doesn’t happen to me much anymore. Maybe I figured out how to turn it off.
I believe we all have some ability whether we can develop it or not.
Good luck on the contest.
Wow – that’s some experiences. Scary stuff. Not sure I’d want to know ahead of time if someone is going to die. Glad it doesn’t happen too much any more
Thanks for the best wishes!
Oh my god yes! Whenever I’m home alone I always always always hear the sound of someone walking around upstairs (like getting out of bed, or just walking around). I used to take a knife from the kitchen and go looking for whoever was making the noise, but now I just ignore it xD
Hi Casey,
From carrying a knife to ignoring it – now that’s progress. Footsteps or similar sounds seems to be a common sign for people – it can be pretty unnerving I imagine.
Thanks for stopping by!
Wow! I have no other words.
Now that doesn’t sound like the mystery writer Liz that I know! But it is mind boggling isn’t it?
Thanks for stopping by.
I have had dreams about really close relatives. Both of them died shortly afterwards. Really scary. I was in the fourth grade when it first happened and I was so upset I thought I killed my grandpa. My mom later helped me through it once she figured out why i was so upset.
Hi Desiree, that’s the negative side of having this type of experience. That feeling of having contributed or caused the event in some way – especially for children!
I love the weird and the creepy. Loved this post…hehe!!!
Nothing creepy has happened to me…ever….sigh!!!
Valerie
in Germany
Hi Valerie, I’m right there with you on the weird and creepy!
Thanks for stopping by today – who knows something weird and creepy could be around the corner for you!
I’ve always been really good at predicting certain aspects of the future, but I can’t really control what I see. Sometimes, I get a really strong feeling that something will happen, and it does. However, this might just be my mind paying more attention to these specific events than to when I’ve been wrong.
Hi Moridin, lovely name! Now that would be a cool talent to have – reading the future, hmmm. Unlimited possibilities for the writer in me.
Have a great day!
When I was a teen, lots of things would be missing and then show up in really unexpected places. I used to blame it on the dog (not really possible) or poltergeists. I don’t think my parents believed either case, but at least they didn’t blame us kids. (no way could the dog have moved my father’s reading glasses and definitely not the fish from the fish tank, the other stuff – maybe)
Hi Cories5, that’s a great visual – the dog trying to move the goldfish around the house. If it were a cat however, and the fish were gone…
When things move around like that it really makes you stop and question what you thought you knew and understood about life, doesn’t it?
I Have Live in a Few House that where Haunted and herd strang things and one day the lights where going of and on and the cabnets in the kitchen where opening and closing it was a little strange but you get where it does not fa’s you if you grow up with things like that happing often.
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Hi Stacey – Thanks for stopping by. I think you’re right. If you grow up with those types of odd happenings and if the other people around you accept them as normal it makes a huge difference on your perception!
Wow, Dale! Your spooky tale brought chills up my spine! Something happened to me when I was 10 years old that I’ve never forgotten. We lived in a big old house that had a formal staircase with a landing on it. I was lying on the couch, broad daylight, summertime, reading a book. For some reason, I looked up … there was a old man, dressed in a very old-fashioned suit and wearing a hat (like from the early 1900s) standing on the stair landing, glaring at me. I went totally cold at the sight of him … still creeps me out, 40 years later, just thinking about it! I shut my eyes and prayed nothing would happen to me. When I finally screwed up enough courage to open my eyes again, he was gone. I flew off the couch and found my mother, who was calmly standing at the kitchen sink peeling carrots.
I’ve never forgotten that feeling of absolute dread when I saw that man. My one encounter with the paranormal haunts me to this day.
TUESDAY’S CHILD is a winner, Dale!
-Kathleen
Hi Kathleen (waving madly from Canada!!) It’s so nice to see you here. I love your story! Isn’t it amazing though, that so many years later these stories still have that kind of impact. Talk about goosebumps. Thank you for sharing your story.
I lived in house as a child that was haunted. You could hear chains and a ball being dragged across the attic floor at least once a week and if you went up there you could see nothing was moved or disturbed. Some folks say there were slaves hidden in the house years ago. susan L.
Hi Susan, Now that would be a horrible sound and once you knew that the sound was associated with slaves – shivers! Thanks for stopping by today!
Wow that’s creepy. I have never had anything like that happen to me. I think I would freak the hell out if it ever did though and move immediately! 🙂 If I’m home alone in bed at night I always manage to hear noises that scare me half to death I’m to chicken to get up and see what they are though. lol
Kelly
kittykelly28@hotmail.com
Hi Kelly – I know aren’t some of these story scary. I had trouble for years being home alone. Houses often make sounds and they always seem to worse when you are alone!
Thanks for stopping by
Thanks for sharing, hair started to stand on end when your mom showed you the picture of your day…
Don’t have anything that happened to me as vivid as what you shared with us, my friends and I would go through corn fields at night. Let me tell you the imagination can br a lot worse than the real thing I think 🙂
Hi Michele, I think your right about the imagination being a lot worse. Being alone in a house and hearing strange sounds can fire up all kinds of horrible things – the imagination is a powerful tool!
Thanks for stopping by.
I woke up in the middle of the night and thought, ‘my father died.’ Never knowing my birth father, I found out years later that I must have ‘felt’ his passing.
Aside from predicting three grandkids, that’s been my only brush with the abnormal.
My son swears that there is a ghost in the older part of our house. There are mysterious creaks, a flash from the corner of your eye, but nothing serious. My son calls him “Clarence”. The Confederacy did camp on our property during the war (I found a ‘live’ shell), and the kiddo claims Clarence is a soldier.
Hi Donna, Love the idea of Clarence hanging around. What an idea and just think how many potential ‘visitors’could be hanging around – chilling thought!
Thanks for stopping by!
What great stories! The only thing I’ve had that comes close is a friend, a big, burly engineer, not prone to flights of fancy, was alone at his father’s farmhouse one night, and he sat down in the big armchair in front of the fire. He says it was as if a giant or someone incredibly strong lifted the chair, with him in it, shook it around and then dropped it back down. He leapt up, looking around the room. Nothing and no one was there. Not an experience I’d ever like, thank you very much!
Hi Michelle – so nice to see you here. Wow, can you imagine the force required to do that? Holy crap, bet it should some of the hardheadedness out of him (I can say that, I have an engineer son that heads that pack!)
Can’t say I’d like that experience either.
Thanks for sharing that story!
I’ve had dreams, that have come true before. One time I had a premonition not to go with my mother to town, so I stayed home and she had a wreck. Luckily, no one was hurt, but I probably would have been, if I went.
Hi Marlene – those are the kinds of premonitions we should all have! Sorry for your mom – accidents – even when no one gets hurt are horrible for everyone. At least you listened and stayed home. Good for you. They say our instincts become honed with use and I’m sure you listen to yours more now.
Thanks for stopping by and sharing that story!
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I am not really pshysic or anything like that. I am somewhat empathic though. I get more emotions than visuals, but I have almost always gotten “vibs” of places I am at (esp if strong emotions have happened there before, both good and bad).
However, a few monthes ago, a friend of my mother’s had both her older father and husband on the hospital after an accident and everyone was praying for them. I have not even met the friend, much less her family, but for some reason ‘tuned’ into them. While driving home (about a week after the accident) I picked up the strongest visual of lighter traffic, car about 50 years older than anything around me, and a feeling of not only pain lessening, but the knowing that this man was ready to pass on and knew his family would be ok with him going on! I have NEVER had any tough with the dead before, never had experiences outside of my timeframe, and never had visuals, much less anythingn that strong or specific! All this while trying to drive in traffic!
Needless to say, as soon as I got home, I called my mom. She told me that Yes, the friend’s father (about 78) had passed away about 20 minutes before I had my “experence” and that the family was still really upset. So my “message” would possibily be needed for someone to cope well. It was truely outside of anything I have ever experienced before, or ever really want to again. But Mom claims I helped (?)…
VCK in OK
Hi Victoria,
Wow, now that’s quite the experience, and to have had it while driving – freaky! I’d like to think you helped. There has to be some reason behind this events. I’d love to think that they are for the good of those of us left behind.
Thanks for sharing that story!
Dale
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Sorry, I have nothing as exciting as the stories above. But, I would love to be entered into the contest for Cynthia’s next book. 🙂
Thanks
Hi Cat’sMeow, I’m not sure many of us having anything to match the above stories. Some of them are pretty wild. I love the online name you are using. It’s the title of one of my favorite books I wrote about five years ago.
Thanks for stopping by!
Dale
I’ve never had an experience like that, but we grew up listening to my mom tell a story about her chilhood in Santa Barbra and some lady who visited her in her window one night. She is able to draw her and every time it’s the same and she can recall every detail on what this lady looked like sitting in her window. My mom’s old house was two stories and her room was on the second story and then the lady just dissapeared. To hear my mom tell it gives me the creeps
wow that is a freaky story. But sounds like your dad was looking out for you.
I’ve not had anything like that happen to me. Would love to see some of my love ones that had passed but its not happened yet.
Hi Pam,
I’d love to think it was my Dad keeping an eye on me. Now when I think about that event, it makes me smile. To think loved ones can come back and say hi is such a great concept. Not sure we can ask for things like this to happen, but hopefully you will get a chance to experience something like this one time.
Thanks for stopping by!
Dale
I’m always been fascinated by things out of the ordinary, the occult and astrology, included. When I was in school, we had a group who got together every Friday night, and got into the Ouija Board, had some interesting results. One of the girls though, claimed she felt a dangerous presence every time we used it, wouldn’t go anywhere near it, sat in the other room until we put it away. Had a boyfriend years later who’d lost a special hunting knife, years later a friend used the Ouija Board and they found out where it was.
Hi Pam,
A Ouija board? Now that’s something I haven’t tried. To use it to find a knife is an interesting purpose. That’s great that it worked. Imagine what other things you could find out. I could be sitting beside that girl in the other room though. Freaky stuff!
Thanks for stopping by!
Dale
Years ago when I was a pre-teen my step-brother, who had been removed from his mother, was placed with my step-father and our family. I will will refer to him as “B”. He was BAD! He beat on me to the point that I carry scars and he had to be removed from OUR home. One day after his anger left me hurting (again) I was sitting on the living room floor and made a clay figure of him and attached a piece of his clothing (yes, I watched zombie movies, Ha Ha). My Mom asked me what I was doing and I said “I couldn’t beat “B” one way, so I was going to try another”. I took a hat pin and stuck the clay figure in the bum. I heard a scream and “B” came in the house limping. He had fallen from his bike and hurt his bum BAD. Mom and I looked at each other and laughed till we cried. Needless to say I DO NOT touch clay figures any more. Chance or fate? I still don’t know!
Wow. I’d be tempted to grab a half dozen pins and hit him again. Lol. It’s an interesting concept isn’t it? I have a writer friend who lives in Louisiana and she made me a voodoo doll from the natural materials gathered from the bayou and she says it’s full of ‘good energy’ and hoodoos are the ones that are bad. I’ve got it hanging over my monitor every time I look up I can see it and it makes me smile. Don’t think I’d like a clay figure or a hoodoo!
Thanks for sharing that.
Dale
When we were pre-teens my brother and I would get up at night and sit under the dinning room table- draped with a really long tablecloth – and tell each other spooky stories in the dark. One night we fell asleep under the table and when we woke up he looked me right in the eye and said, “Uncle Oren is dead.” Then he sighed, shut his eyes and lay back down, sound asleep immediately. Two hours later, at the breakfast table, my mom said, “Cousin Kristy called and gave us some bad news. Uncle Oren passed away a couple of hours ago.”
In the years since then my brother has known at least half a dozen instances just like that. He says it doesn’t bother him so I’m glad it’s his “gift” and not mine.
Wow – that’s so cool. You’re right though, it’s probably better to know someone who could do that than to be able to do it yourself. I think it’s amazing the things that happen that we don’t have an explanation for. Makes us question life more.
Dale
The love of the paranormal comes from the simplicity of needing to know there is so much more than meets the eye. We don’t have all the answers.
🙂
Hi Dana,
Thanks for stopping by. You’re right – we don’t have all the answers. I think that’s why I love all things paranormal. It makes me question the things that I ‘know’ are true and wonder all over again, if they are!
Dale
Awesome. Thanks for typing this. It is always great to see someone educate the public.