Well, he wasnt really my grandfather, but actually my granny’s 2nd husband… and he was the world to me.
I remember sitting in the living room while my granny was cooking breakfast. Just sitting there thinking about things, and suddenly he appeared in the recliner he always sat in and started talking to me.
He told me that it was very nice where he was (although he didnt tell me exactly where THAT was), and asked me if I wanted to come along, that I could go with him at anytime.
What made it all the more strange is that I was not scared at all, not even surprised that he showed up. I remember telling him that if I left with him granny would be scared and upset and she was on the brink of a nervous breakdown (which eventually she did suffer) since he went away.
He took out his pipe which he always smoked, lit it, and told me he understood but the invitation was open at any time and all I had do was “call” him.
The next instant, he was gone and I dont recall coming out of any haze or waking up. I was just sitting there like I was before and a few seconds later my granny called me to the kitchen to eat.
It seemed so natural and unghostlylike that I thought for a little while that that sort of thing happened to people all the time, and I wondered if I should tell my granny about it, but I never did.
Thank you for your unnecessary and unhelpful sarcasm. Next time you are about to make pejorative comments about the quality of my mind or anyone else’s, pause for a second and ask yourself if it’s really a smart move. For your benefit:
‘99,9%’ should be ‘99.9%’.
‘anecdotes’ should be singular if you want it to agree with ‘this kind’.
‘wasn’t’ should be ‘haven’t been’.
‘Till’ should be ‘Until’, although I’ll allow that some would offer the ‘common usage’ defence.
My dad, an electronics engineer in the U.S.A.F., was stationed at Lakenheath during that time as well. In fact, I was born there in 1978. I’ll have to ask my mom if they experienced anything weird.
This happened just last week. I woke up at 4:30 a.m. (perimenopause = insomnia) and was surfing the 'net in my husband’s office. My daughter woke up and called for me, as she often does. Most mornings I wake up to find that she’s crawled into bed with me (she’s 5 yrs old).
On this particular evening we were sleeping together in the playroom on the fold-out couch, a Saturday night treat.
So I hear her call for me and then hear her walking through the kitchen and around our circular floor plan. I think - hmmm, she doesn’t realize I’m on the computer in here. I’d better go find her. Then it gets quiet as she reaches my bedroom and I think - hmmm, she’s going to wake my husband when she realizes I’m not there. I’d better go find her NOW.
So I walk into the kitchen and call to her. She’s in the playroom, under the blankets, sound asleep. Deeply asleep.
Oooh - and now, when I try to post this, I’m getting a weird error message about the connection being interrupted. Wooooo-wee–wooooo.
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Please don’t make pejorative comments here at all.
It is extremely difficult to keep a thread about the paranormal out of Great Debates or the Pit. If you’d like it to stay in MPSIMS, you’ll need to be civil.
On the day that we were moving from Atlanta to Chicago, our cat ran away. We were heartbroken, but there was nothing we could do. We posted some signs in our apartment complex, and we talked to a neighbor who said she would be glad to take the cat in if it came back. So we moved without it.
About four months later, when we were settled in Chicago, we heard a scratching at the door. And there was a cat! But it wasn’t ours, ours was a Siamese and this one was black with white spots.
I don’t really consider this paranormal, but a couple of times in my life I’ve had a dead-certain belief that something was going to happen, and then it did. One particular time was when my then-boyfriend, now-husband won the diamond in my engagement ring when we were quite early on in our dating - when they were calling the name of who won, I knew it was going to be him like I know my own name. I have no problem writing that off to coincidence, but the feeling was very strong - I’ve only had it two or three times in my life, and it has never been wrong yet.
Then there was the time that a friend and I decided to take the back route out from Calgary to Banff, instead of the usual fast, busy route - while we were dawdling along on the back highways, the main road was having a huge, horrific pile-up of cars. Again, no problem assigning that to coincidence, but it did give me a bit of pause (I think I’ve taken that route exactly once, and that was the day).
C K, that’s pretty amazing about your cat changing it’s type and colour!
