I've always been interested in the paranormal since I was
little, and I've had several experiences, none of which
have been all that scary.
The first I can remember is when I was about three or four
years old. My dad worked as a mail carrier, so he was gone
during the day. One day, I was playing in the living room
of our house while my mom was in her bedroom doing
something. I remember looking up and clearly seeing my dad
walk past the door to the living room and down the hall to
the bedroom. I jumped up and ran after him to ask why he
wasn't at work, but when I reached the hall, there was no
sign of him. I looked all over for him and couldn't find
him, so I asked my mom where he was. She told me he was at
work, but I told her I just saw him, but she didn't believe
me. Years later, I still remember that day and wonder what
it was I really saw.
My dad died a few years ago, and he wanted to be cremated
and have his ashes scattered in the river in Louisiana
where he was born on a houseboat. We- me, my mom, and my
younger brother- stopped in Houston, TX, where we once
lived on our way to Louisiana with his ashes in a box in
the trunk of the car. We stopped at our favorite Chinese
restaurant to eat and we started talking about how he had
loved going there. All of a sudden, the alarm on the car
started going off and the trunk opened and the headlights
started flashing. My mom went out and turned the alarm off
and closed the trunk, then came back in and we shrugged it
off. A few minutes later, it happened again- the trunk
opened, the alarm went off, and the headlights started
flashing. We looked at each other, then my mom went out and
closed the trunk again. This happened two more times, and
finally my mom went out and said to the box "Now stop that!
You're not coming in!" Nothing happened the rest of the
time we were there, and we agree that it was my dad being
grumpy because we were in the restaurant without him. He
always did get grumpy when we ate without him...
Shortly after my dad had died, I had gone with a group from
my church to Orlando where our church has a temple to do
work for the dead. I was doing work for two of my aunts and
a great aunt, all of whom died recently- one had died in
Florida. After we had done the work, I was in the bathroom
cleaning my glasses. I'm extremely nearsighted without my
glasses, so pretty much all I can see without them is
colored blobs. I was standing near the wall with a large
mirror across from me, and I was the only one in the
bathroom at the time. While I was cleaning my glasses, I
happened to glance up at the mirror and saw a woman with
long dark curly hair standing beside me and a little behind
me, clear as day. Startled, I looked behind me, but there
was no one there, and no way anyone could be there because
I was so close to the wall. I told my mom about it when I
got home and she showed me a picture of her sisters. I
immediately recognized the woman I saw in one of the
pictures and found out she was the one who had died in
Florida.
My final two stories aren't nearly as spectacular as the
others, but they're my most favorite because of who is
involved. Several years ago, I had a beautiful cat named
Mystique. He was a fluffy cat and looked like a fluffy
tabby-point(lynx-point) Siamese, and he was the sweetest
cat. I had raised him ever since he was five weeks old, so
he was my baby. He followed me everywhere, and I always
knew when he jumped on my bed to sleep with me, because he
always jumped up from the foot of the bed.
Then one night when he was a little over a year old, my mom
found him laying in the middle of the road behind our
house. Someone had shot him in the mouth with a BB gun and
left him there. I was devastated. I actually cried more
when Mystique died than when my dad died. Anyway, not long
after Mystique had died, I was sleeping in my room with the
door closed, when all of a sudden I woke up. I couldn't
figure out why I had woken up, then I felt a cat jump onto
the foot of my bed. When I looked, I couldn't see anything
there, but I could feel a cat walking along the bed to curl
up beside my legs just like Mystique used to do. I couldn't
help smiling because I knew Mystique was still with me.
Over the years, Mystique's spirit has followed me whenever
I've moved, and I still feel him jump onto the foot of my
bed. More recently, he's been joined by another of my cats,
Delilah, who I also raised from a kitten and I've had her
the longest.
When she was alive, she would always move over when
Mystique's spirit jumped on the bed. She would always jump
onto my nightstand, then climb onto my bed at the head of
the bed and crawl under my blankets to sleep beside me. She
also had a plastic jack that she loved to play with, and
she would carry it around in her mouth.
I haven't seen her jack since she died, until a few days
ago. I woke up one morning to find her jack laying on the
pillow beside my head. It has since disappeared again, and
I take its appearance as a visible sign that my cats have
stayed with me, even after death.
I still feel Delilah and Mystique jump on my bed at night
in their own ways- and if my latest cat Merlin is in their
way, he will move so they can sleep in their places by me.
He jumps onto my bed from the dresser with a big thump,
making the whole bed shake, so I'll know how to recognize
him when he joins them.
Contact me here: juukun19@hotmail.com
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