Sunday, September 4, 2011
Very strange event last night, but it didn’t happen in my home.
My wife and I were visiting an extended family member. We’d had a large family gathering at this person’s home on Saturday and we were invited to come back over on Sunday, after going out to a local concert featuring another family member.
After the concert we all went back to this persons home, sat out on the deck and talked. It was absolutely uneventful until we were just about ready to leave. I had made a comment about how nice their home was. It really was very nice and very well taken care of. The man of the house offered to show me the rest of the house and as we were taking a tour of the bedrooms I got that, by now, very familiar chill.
We had first gone into the back bedroom and I was commenting on some very beautiful antique bedroom furniture. We then stepped into the second bedroom and that’s when the chill came over me. Suddenly, it was like I was flooded with thoughts, but I knew they weren’t my own. It’s very hard to explain, but I knew the flood of thoughts was foreign to me, they weren’t my thoughts.
What I was getting was that something was happening in the home, over and over again that was not being noticed by the homeowners. I asked the man of the house if weird things were happening in this second bedroom. He immediately said no. We stood there for a few seconds when I realized that it wasn’t this second bedroom we were currently in, but the back bedroom that we had previously visited.
I said, “No, wait, it isn’t this room, but this other room..”, and we walked back into the back bedroom. I asked again, “Do weird things happen in here? Something that keeps happening over and over again?” He again stated that he knew of nothing weird happening in the home.
After a few more seconds of standing there, I told him, “You’re not alone here.” He asked that I not tell his wife that and I agreed that I wouldn’t.
I just stood there, being flooded with the foreign thoughts, when he began telling me about his wife’s father. Her father had recently lived with them, up until his death last November. He died in the home, in that back bedroom.
I believe that I was receiving some sort of message from him. That he had been doing something over and over again, in an attempt to be noticed. I couldn’t tell exactly what he was doing over and over, but I just kept getting that thought that he was doing something and that they were not noticing it.
I also got that something had happened the night before he had died, at around 7:00 PM, but I didn’t know what.
The man’s wife had started to notice that something was happening as I stood in the doorway to the back bedroom being flooded with these thoughts. She asked my wife and her husband, “Is he OK?” “What’s he doing?” I heard her husband say that I was simply admiring the woodwork of the home, and I just went with that, per his earlier request which was very understandable. His wife is very religious and believes that anything like what I encountered in her home has to be ‘of the devil’, so I didn’t want her to know what was happening.
My wife and I left just seconds after that. On the drive home I asked my wife a bunch of questions about her cousin and her recently deceased father. I had no idea who her cousins father was or that he had recently died last November. Many of the things that I told her on the ride home shocked her. Actually it shocked me too.
I asked, “How did he die? Was it a stroke?” It turns out that it was a stroke. We just found that out this morning.
Very interesting experiences. Perhaps now things will be noticed if they do happen.