I had always been interested in the paranormal... since I was a young child I thought about ghosts, werewolves, vampires and the odd things most "normal" children didn't. Through the years i've experienced quite a few things and brushed them aside as nothing more then an odd occurrence or something that could be explained with normal rational thinking. That is until a period of time that changed my way of thinking quite a bit.
Right out of high school in 91 when I graduated my mother (who was divorced) met a man named Michael at a local Multiple Sclerosis meeting ( my mother and he both had M.S.). They got together well and my mother and I moved in with him. I began taking classes at school and working for a while and year after year his conditions with M.S. rapidly began to take it's toll on him to the point where he couldn't walk, then he couldn't eat so he had to be fed with a stomach tube. He was in decent spirits most of the time despite all the problems he had. We all tryed our best to take care of him until he passed away.
It was in the last few months of his days that I experienced several odd occurrences. One was a simple sound I and my mother both heard on several occasions. I heard it most when I was alone. It was the sound of falling change like coins being dropped... and every time I heard it, the sound seemed to be inside the wall. The 1st time I recall hearing it I was on my way up to my room in the night. I stopped in the stairwell and felt the wall and could feel the heat kicking in. So there's my rational thinking. And I went to bed. I heard it several times in the same area and never thought about what it might be. Suddenly I began to hear it downstairs where our computer was in the livingroom. This time I had no "wall" explanation because the walls down there were straight brick and nothing between. One night it was extremely loud and sounded like a whole jar of pennies falling through a brick wall w/ no explanation at all !
After that the noise was finished and I never heard it again. The house couldn't be haunted by anyone because my mother's boyfriend actually built it with his own hands before he became ill. I asked about the land & the area used to be a field, then an old dump. Nothing unusual there.... no houses were even on it before.
The next thing that happened was slightly more bizarre. As Michael became more ill he sometimes spoke in his sleep. From the room our computer was in I would often hear him sleeping and talking to his mother and father (his mother died long before, and his father just about 2 years before his own death). It was unusually creepy to hear, but you know how dreams and nightmares are. One night I was up late doing some computer work and I could hear him talking down the hall. It was late so I packed it up for the night and went to bed. But that night I had a nightmare that woke me up from an extremely deep sleep. I was dreaming that Michael's deceased father came to my room and waved me downstairs to my Michael's bed. He stood there with a serious look on his face as a woman sat there holding a large book in her lap. It was as if his mother and father were there watching him and waiting for him to pass away. I woke up and felt ill and slightly shaken. But shook it off as a "dream" and nothing more. About an hour later my mother came to me and told me she had a scary dream. "About what" I asked. And what she told me was almost the same dream I had the same night. I never told her about mine though.... I kept it to myself. (and I still do)
It wasn't long before Michael was to the point of being so ill he was in the hospital several times before his death. The 3rd and final odd occurrence would take place about a month before his passing on. I for some reason or another decided to make pancakes in the night for dinner, and my mother was putting her jacket on because she was on the way to the hospital to see how Michael was doing. I decided to stay home because i'd been there several times during the week and hated hospitals. I called a friend to see if he wanted to stop over, and my mom gave me the usual "don't burn the house down" speech and went out the door. It was the typical weekend night for me.... I hadn't thought about the change sound or my nightmare from a few months before. hearing the driveway charm go off (bling bling! because our driveway was so far away we had this installed) when my mom left I knew that she was pulling out and now gone. My dinner was basically done and I placed the dishes in the sink. That's when I heard the back outer screen door rapidly open and close about 20ft away from me. I jumped and was suddenly relieved to see my mother in the far off corner in the laundry room kneeling next to the garbage can as if taking the garbage out. There was nothing odd about me seeing that so I figured she forgot to take the garbage out when she left, so she came back. I looked at her back for a few moments while she was kneeling down. She wasn't moving at all. "Are you ok over there? I just heard you leave.... what did you do forget the garbage? Don't worry about it i'll get it after my friend comes I have to go open the door anyway". I looked away and looked back. Nobody was there.
I went to the window and the car was gone and I thought to myself. Why would she have no jacket on. If she came back the chime would have gone off.... if she came in ... I didn't hear the inner door open. Why? because it was locked. knew what I saw and someone was there. Needless to say i was scared SHAQ-FU-less and grabbed my dinner and locked myself in my room until my friend came over. That was the longest 10 mins of my life waiting for him to show up.
Since then i've read several articles, stories, and books that claim spirits of the departed may come back to watch over the living people at times of sickness and death. Most of the time I think scientifically about things but these 3 experiences i've had, well at least ONE of them I can never explain. The change noise... sure that could have been anything. Similar dreams? It could happen. Sort of an ESP thing going on. But visually seeing someone? I could never figure out what happened THAT night. I still think about it once in a while.
Well that sounds like a mom!
