salvadevinemasse wrote:That is soooo awesome! Any other stories you want to share! You have my full attention now!
ok...In the same trailer I was up late feeding my baby when I heard the front door open and close and heavy footsteps across the floor. My boyfriend-at-the-time was working nights and wasn't due to be off for several hours, so I was surprised, thinking he'd come home sick, or worse, quit his job in the middle of his shift . I called out to him and he didn't answer so I put the baby back to bed to have a look and....nothing. The noises I heard were unmistakable, but when I checked it out there was no one there. I looked in every room, in every closet, and even outside (well armed, of course) but nobody was around but me and the baby.
A few nights later I had just put the baby down for the night and was trying to go to sleep myself, but I couldn't rest. I was amusing myself by watching a tree frog crawl around on the window when it felt like someone sat down on the bed next to me. In an instant I was on my feet with shotgun in hand and feeling like a retard because the room was empty except for me. The crazy part is that it felt like someone had sat down on the side of the bed that was pushed flush to the wall. I flipped out, checked the whole place and just about the time that I convinced myself that it had been the cat jumping up on the bed next to me I heard him scratching and meowing outside the front door to be let in.
As an interesting side note...my dad claims that when he was young he had visions. Mostly of bad things that were going to happen (and most of them did). He told me when I was 18 or 19...I'd had a few worrisome premonitions and wanted him to tell me it was just bad dreams, I guess. He was always so level-headed that for a second I thought he was making it up. He told me it runs in the family. My great-great grandmother had them, and so did my great grandmother. He said that his visions stopped when he accepted Christianity and prayed for Jesus to take them away...