By: Babyghost56 | Location: New Brunswick, Canada
I was a married women with 3 young boys. One an infant, a five year old and a six and a half year old son. I was taking a hairdressing course at the time, and would stop at my mother's on the way home for coffee. There was something really bothering me about my five year old son that I tried to explain to my mother that I couldn't put my finger on what it was.
This gut feeling became problematic for me to the point of crying and I just did not know why, this went on for a month. On a Friday evening my mother and I had agreed to go to bingo that night. I had to call her to let her know I would have to pick up a few groceries before hand.
My mother's home has two stories each with a phone that had two separate phone numbers. When I called there was no answer but a loud burning.....as if I were listening to an open forest fire with the snapping and cracking of the wood. I was memorized by the sound so much so that the operator came on the line and asked if I needed assistance, I asked if she could check the number I was trying to reach, she replied with there was something wrong with the line.
I panicked, I thought my mother's house was on fire. I looked at the top of the stairs where my five year old stood and told him to make sure your father bathes you before bed. I ran to my car, I was so upset, I drove through stop signs and red lights. When I reached her house.....there was nothing. I went inside only to be greeted by mother with her company. I mentioned about her phone lines, she already knew and said she couldn't call to inform me that she couldn't go to bingo. I was just relieved.
So I went to do my few groceries and decided to do something I had never done before which was go to bingo by myself and so I did. When I was approaching my home, I noticed a Hugh plume of smoke in the night sky.....it was my house that burnt that day and I lost my five year old son, the very one that I was so upset about. I was as close to being told as I was allowed to be.