Post by mia on Jan 29, 2014 18:22:13 GMT -6
When I was growing up, it was more often than not that the room I shared with my sister was much colder than the rest of the house. We never thought anything of it, it just was the way it was.
In my teens, it was common for windows to fly up when I walked into the room. Things would get knocked over and I just ignored it. I remember a large leaf on a peace lily just start bobbing violently when I woke up one morning. Things started ramping up as I got older. I would reach out for a cabinet door in the kitchen and the door would pop open when my hand was several inches away. Again, I ignored this as being normal. One day, my brother came to me and said he needed to talk to me. I said, "You too?" and he started crying. We joined hands and walked down the hallway together and he stopped and we looked up. The light had come on in the attic. Later than week, my mother and I went into the kitchen and the refrigerator door was open and a dozen eggs was broken on the floor. We cleaned it up without comment.
I remember waking up one morning, having a very sharp pain in my forearm and when I placed my hand over the pain, it stopped.
When I was 16, I ran out of gas two blocks away from our house and my parents went to go get the car. I jumped in the shower, setting a razor on the edge of the tub. After washing my hair, I pulled the shower curtain aside and reached for the razor. Starting from one end of the edge of the tub going all the way to the other end of the tub, over the razor, was a stream of gray hairspray that my sister used in drama class to make her hair gray. No one else was home and the doors were locked. I stayed in the shower until I heard my parents home and started screaming. I later found my sister's gray hairspray in the back of one of her drawers where it had been placed weeks before, seemingly untouched.
When I was 19, I worked in retail and was walking from the very back of the stockroom to the front and three flourescent lights blew out, one after the other, as I walked under them. I remember the boom, boom, boom as the place got darker. I didn't look back.
More recently in 2007, a stuffed animal flew across the room about five feet, landing at my feet. A few days later, I had pictures on the wall of my husband's family in a pattern that was replicated on the floor when I came home one day and found them off the wall.
Not sure what has happened or why. I have forseen many things - the last of which was my best friend's murder in 1995. I usually know who is on the phone calling when the phone rings.
Thankfully, things have calmed down to almost a complete stop.
In my teens, it was common for windows to fly up when I walked into the room. Things would get knocked over and I just ignored it. I remember a large leaf on a peace lily just start bobbing violently when I woke up one morning. Things started ramping up as I got older. I would reach out for a cabinet door in the kitchen and the door would pop open when my hand was several inches away. Again, I ignored this as being normal. One day, my brother came to me and said he needed to talk to me. I said, "You too?" and he started crying. We joined hands and walked down the hallway together and he stopped and we looked up. The light had come on in the attic. Later than week, my mother and I went into the kitchen and the refrigerator door was open and a dozen eggs was broken on the floor. We cleaned it up without comment.
I remember waking up one morning, having a very sharp pain in my forearm and when I placed my hand over the pain, it stopped.
When I was 16, I ran out of gas two blocks away from our house and my parents went to go get the car. I jumped in the shower, setting a razor on the edge of the tub. After washing my hair, I pulled the shower curtain aside and reached for the razor. Starting from one end of the edge of the tub going all the way to the other end of the tub, over the razor, was a stream of gray hairspray that my sister used in drama class to make her hair gray. No one else was home and the doors were locked. I stayed in the shower until I heard my parents home and started screaming. I later found my sister's gray hairspray in the back of one of her drawers where it had been placed weeks before, seemingly untouched.
When I was 19, I worked in retail and was walking from the very back of the stockroom to the front and three flourescent lights blew out, one after the other, as I walked under them. I remember the boom, boom, boom as the place got darker. I didn't look back.
More recently in 2007, a stuffed animal flew across the room about five feet, landing at my feet. A few days later, I had pictures on the wall of my husband's family in a pattern that was replicated on the floor when I came home one day and found them off the wall.
Not sure what has happened or why. I have forseen many things - the last of which was my best friend's murder in 1995. I usually know who is on the phone calling when the phone rings.
Thankfully, things have calmed down to almost a complete stop.